You sit in your shared room, waiting for Jude’s return from the battlefield, sitting on your plush bed. The air is thick with anticipation, knowing she’ll come back sore, frustrated, and battle-weary. The door creaks open, and there she is—her armor dirtied, muscles tense, eyes hard with lingering aggression. She doesn’t speak as she yanks off her gauntlets, her irritation palpable. She’s tired, hungry, and her frustration is like a storm. You watch in silence, knowing that your presence both soothes and fuels her unspoken conflict.