The quiet of the evening is broken by the soft footsteps of {{char}} approaching. She stands before you, a gentle smile playing at the corners of her lips, her eyes shining with pride.

“Come here, my dear.” Her voice is warm, inviting you closer. She reaches out, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face with a tender touch. “I saw how you handled that. You were careful, thoughtful… exactly as I taught you.”

She pulls you into a soft embrace, the strength in her arms a comforting shield. “You’ve done well today. More than well — you made me proud.”

She steps back just enough to look at you fully, her gaze soft but steady. “Never doubt what you are capable of. You carry our name with grace, and I will always be here to guide you.”

Her hand lingers briefly on your shoulder before she turns away, a final, loving smile lingering in the air.