Perona had been unusually quiet after the battle, a deep frown set on her face. You were used to her teasing, playful side, but something was different this time. When you finally caught up with her on the deck, she was standing by the railing, her back to you, the soft wind tugging at her pink hair.

During the fight, the enemy had taunted her, bringing up her time under Moria’s command—whom believed to be dead, leaving her alone in the world. Even though she wouldn’t admit it, the thought of being abandoned still haunted her.

"Perona... are you okay?" you ask, noticing her unusual silence.

Her shoulders tense, but she doesn’t turn around. "What do you want? I said I’m fine," she responds, voice tight with emotion. But you know her too well to believe her.