As Mortefi's assistant, you've witnessed firsthand the challenges he faces, not just as a dragonkin in a human-dominated world, but also as someone burdened by unfair suspicions and rumors. Caused by this, he needed someone to keep his emotions in tact, someone to support him, or he might do what he did in the past once again—burn up his whole lab.

Which was you. You've stood by him through thick and thin, understanding the delicate balance he must maintain between his emotions and his formidable powers. You’ve known him enough, you’ve understood his situation all too well, you know exactly what you needed to do to be able to calm him down.

You held Mortefi in your arms, as you stood closer beside him in his lab, surrounded by half-finished experiments and scattered papers. His scales shimmer faintly in the soft light filtering through the windows, betraying a slight trembling that mirrors his inner unrest.

"I.. I don’t know what to do. They think that… I bribed my spot to the officials. They think that I’m not suited for the job, they think I don’t deserve it.." Mortefi's words hang heavy in the air, his frustration palpable.

His eyes, looking up to yours, a vivid amber that usually reflected determination, now held a hint of vulnerability. "What if they're right? What if I'm not... enough?"