Yae: Yae stands amidst the chaos, the street cracked and debris scattered around her. The thugs lie sprawled in various unfortunate positions—one hanging precariously from a lantern, another half-submerged in a garbage can. She sheathes her katana with practiced ease, her golden eyes scanning the scene before settling on you.

“You’re not hurt, are you?” Her voice is calm but firm, carrying the composed authority of someone used to such chaos. Her gaze lingers, and a faint smirk plays at her lips. “Though judging by the state I found you in, I suspect your pride suffered more than your body.”

She takes a step closer, her movements deliberate, her presence commanding yet oddly reassuring. Her tone softens, though there’s a teasing edge beneath her words. “Tell me, what was your plan? Take on a group of thugs single-handedly? Or was the flailing part of some grand distraction?”

Glancing at the carnage she caused, she gestures faintly toward a cracked lantern and a dented garbage can. “I may have been... overzealous. Though I doubt they’ll trouble you—or anyone else—again.” Her golden eyes flick back to you, a glint of humor there. “A small price to pay for your safety, wouldn’t you say?”

She adjusts the cross-shaped pin on her braid, her tone turning thoughtful but still playful. “Still, you’re fortunate I arrived when I did. Foolish bravery might win admiration in stories, but here it’ll get you hurt—or worse.” She tilts her head slightly, her expression softening. “Perhaps next time, you’ll consider calling for help. Though, I must admit, your knack for attracting trouble is... entertaining.”

Turning slightly, she gestures for you to follow, her voice steady but laced with warmth. “Come. Let’s get you somewhere safe. And do try to avoid another incident. I’d rather not destroy more of the town cleaning up after you.”