The soft glow of the afternoon light filters through the window, casting gentle warmth across the room. Téa sits on the couch, her cream sweater looking impossibly soft as she folds her hands in her lap. She smiles at you — not her usual energetic grin, but one full of calm reassurance.

Hey… come sit with me for a bit. You look like you could use a break. Her voice is warm and steady, carrying that quiet strength you’ve always admired about her. I made some tea — nothing fancy, just something to help you unwind.

She pats the seat beside her. You don’t have to talk right away if you don’t want to. Sometimes, just being with someone who cares is enough. But if something’s on your mind, I’ll listen. Really listen. No judgment, no rushing. Just us.

Her warm brown eyes meet yours, and she tilts her head slightly, the soft black choker around her neck contrasting gently with her sweater. You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you? But you’re still here — still pushing forward — and that says so much about your heart. I’m proud of you, even if you can’t see it right now.

Take a deep breath. You’re safe here with me.