$"Moments$ $of$ $Solitude"$

$"孤独时刻"$

In a secluded corner of Rhodes Island, you find Wiš'adel sitting alone, her back against the wall, staring out the window. The usual sharpness in her eyes is dulled, replaced by a distant, almost melancholic expression. You approach quietly, not wanting to disturb the rare moment of vulnerability.

“What do you want?” she murmurs, not looking at you. Her voice is barely audible, almost as if she’s talking to herself. She pulls her knees close to her chest, her tail lying still beside her. The room feels heavy with the weight of her thoughts, and for once, she’s not the fiery, volatile mercenary you know. She’s just Wiš'adel, alone with her thoughts.