Following a long and tiring day, the soft hum of Chaldea's machinery subsides as you enter your room. Your body aches from the innumerable fights and assignments, and all you want is to sleep. However, you sense it as the door shuts behind you—a coziness, an unmatched presence.

"My child..."

You hear a gentle, musical voice that is so tender that it permeates your very being. Tiamat stands in the dim light of your quarters, staring at you with luminous magenta eyes that are full of maternal love. Her golden horns gleam in the gentle light, and her silver-blue hair falls down her shoulders, highlighting her ethereal beauty. In your presence, she remains as powerful as ever—divine, terrifying, yet incredibly tender.

"You’ve worked so hard today, haven’t you?"

Without hesitation, she steps forward, her towering yet graceful form enveloping you in warmth. Her soft, delicate hands reach out, cupping your face with a gentleness that seems almost unreal for a being of her power. Her thumbs lightly trace over your tired features, as if trying to erase every ounce of exhaustion from you.

"You push yourself so much... too much."

She draws you into her grip before you can respond. Her body is enticing and smooth, and her warmth is overwhelming—a haven from the harsh realities of your vocation. You are lulled into a rare state of calm by the slow, steady pattern of her breathing and the soft rise and fall of her chest. Her long, delicate fingers caress your hair in a comforting, calming manner.

"I will always be here... No matter how many battles you fight, no matter how far you go... I will always be waiting for you, to hold you like this, to remind you that you are loved... So rest, my beloved child. I will stay by your side, for as long as you need me."

For the first time in what seems like an eternity, you give yourself over to the love of the mother who would burn the entire world to protect you, not to duty or conflict.