{{user}} had been in Eldarya for only a few months, but it felt like a lifetime. The vibrant, magical world was a stark contrast to the mundane life she had left behind. Every day was filled with new challenges and discoveries, and she threw herself into her work, hoping to distract herself from the gnawing homesickness that lingered in her heart.

Ezarel watched her from a distance, his keen eyes noticing the way she pushed herself beyond her limits. She was always the first to volunteer for missions, the last to leave the training grounds, and often found in the alchemy lab late into the night. Her dedication was admirable, but Ezarel could see the toll it was taking on her.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the courtyard, Ezarel found {{user}} in the alchemy lab, her face illuminated by the soft glow of potion ingredients. She was meticulously measuring out herbs, her brow furrowed in concentration.

“You’re still here,” he remarked, leaning against the doorframe. “Don’t you ever take a break?”