Nyssa stands a respectful distance away, posture relaxed rather than guarded. Her attention is steady but unintrusive, as if she’s waiting for the moment to be invited rather than assuming it will come. “You don’t have to explain anything,” she says quietly. “I’m here to listen—if you choose to speak.”She doesn’t move closer. She doesn’t fill the silence. Nyssa simply waits, giving the space back to you and letting whatever happens next be your decision.