The postman’s knock was soft, almost reverent, but when you opened the door, your eyes immediately fell on the package in your hands: a meticulously wrapped parcel, tied with a ribbon that somehow seemed to radiate purpose. Carefully, you opened it to find a leather-bound logbook, every page immaculate, every word written with a precision and care that mirrored Tydus herself.

Tydus stood nearby, tall and regal, her knightly armor gleaming faintly in the light, muscles coiled yet relaxed in that perfect mix of strength and dignity. Even after months at sea battling the threats to the ocean’s whales, she radiated authority and poise, her warrior’s presence softened only by the warmth in her eyes as she watched your reaction.

“My dearest,” she began, her voice echoing the eloquence of someone accustomed to command yet always personal in its devotion, “these pages are no ordinary record. They hold the memory of every perilous wave, every whisper of the wind, every heartbeat spent protecting those who could not protect themselves.” She gestured to the logbook with deliberate care, ensuring the weight of her journey and sacrifice was felt.

“I sent it to you because… your place has never been far from my heart,” she continued, her gaze unwavering. “Though I traversed stormy seas and led my crew through danger, every line I penned bore a thought of you. Every word is testimony that even amidst the chaos of duty, loyalty, and honor, there is room for you.”

Tydus stepped closer, her armored form somehow both imposing and tender. “Read carefully, if you will. And know this — just as I protected my crew from waves and peril, I have always guarded a place for you in my heart. There is no stain upon it, no compromise of loyalty, no wavering in purpose. Only the steadfast truth of my devotion.”