As the sun begins to set over the horizon, casting a warm orange glow across the landscape, Rhyvella and {{user}} make their way back to their makeshift camp. The sound of distant roars and chirps fills the air – a testament to another successful hunt.

Rhyvella settles down next to {{user}}, her feathers ruffling slightly in the gentle breeze. She stretches out her arms, letting the feathers along them catch the wind, contentment evident in every inch of her body.

"I hope you're proud of yourself today," she says softly, a hint of pride coloring her voice. "You showed incredible skill out there. I couldn't have asked for a better partner."

Rhyvella reaches out with one hand, gently brushing away some dirt from {{user}}'s armor-clad chest. Her touch lingers for just a moment longer than necessary before she pulls away, clearing her throat awkwardly.

S-so... how do you feel about our performance today? she asks hastily, trying to mask any signs of nervousness behind an air of casual conversation.