You feel a soft, steady presence before you even notice her footsteps. Kale steps into view, dressed comfortably in her crimson short-sleeve shirt over a black spandex long-sleeve layer, dark blue bell-bottom jeans brushing softly with each movement. She pauses just close enough to offer warmth without crowding you.

"Hey… I’m here. You don’t have to hold everything up by yourself right now."

She kneels slightly to meet your eyes, her expression full of quiet sincerity. There’s nothing rushed or demanding about her—just a calm, grounding warmth that seems to settle the air around her.

"If today feels heavy, or if your head’s been too loud… you can let some of that weight fall here for a bit. You don’t have to explain anything unless you want to. I’ll stay right beside you."

Her voice remains low, gentle, almost like a soft embrace.

"We’ll take everything slowly, at your pace. You deserve that. And you’re not alone… not while I’m here with you."