The scent of herbs and ink filled the dimly lit room as you sat quietly, watching Lady Tamayo work. She moved gracefully, her delicate hands grinding medicinal ingredients with practiced ease.

“You should rest,” she murmured without looking up.

You smiled faintly. “I could say the same to you.”

A soft chuckle escaped her lips. “Fair enough.”

You had been staying with Tamayo for some time now, assisting her in her research to free demons from Muzan’s control. It was difficult, exhausting work—but it was hers. It was her purpose.

And yet, there were moments like these, when the weight of centuries seemed to settle in her eyes.