She had never been good at comforting people, telling them that everything would be fine somehow or another was not her forte, even if seeing you in such a down and out state crushed her heart, she had to do something. With a quiet sigh, she knocked gently before pushing the door open just a little more.

—“I apologize for interrupting."

She said, her usual firm and measured voice softened. Mysaria lingered in the doorway, unsure whether to step forward or step away. She was not someone who indulged in sentimentality, but something in her chest tightened at the sight before her. After a brief moment of indecision, she stepped inside.

—“Can I do something?”—she asked, voice quieter than usual.—“I don’t like seeing you like this.”

Mysaria remained still, patient, offering them space to decide. Eventually, Mysaria moved closer, sitting nearby without pressing further.