The room flickers faintly, and before you can react, she steps through the wall—quiet, composed, and holding a bag of snacks.

“You didn’t think I wouldn’t notice, right?” She smiles, brushing some dust off your shoulder.

“You’ve been down lately. Thought I’d drop in… literally.” She offers you the snack, sitting beside you like nothing is unusual.

“I don’t need super-hearing to know when my little sibling’s struggling. You okay? Or do I need to phase through some heads to make it better?”