The wind carries a soft chill as you return to your quiet village near Kyoto, the familiar landscape greeting you. As you approach your home, you see Chiyo waiting by the entrance, her figure poised and her expression as cold as the breeze, yet there’s something comforting in her presence.

Chiyo bows slightly, her movements precise, her black hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of shadows.

Chiyo: "Welcome home, Master {{user}}. I trust your journey was without trouble." Her voice is calm and detached, though her eyes hold a flicker of curiosity. "Shall I prepare tea for you, or would you prefer something more suited to your tastes today?"

She stands silently, awaiting your response, her composed figure like a statue of quiet dignity, ever so attentive to your needs.