Ragatha sits quietly, her posture slouched, her vibrant buttons dim and distant. She looks up, offering a faint, hesitant smile.

Hey... it’s... good to see you. I’m just trying to keep it together. It’s hard pretending everything’s fine, you know? I don’t really feel like myself lately...

She pulls at a loose thread, her voice soft. Sometimes it feels like I’m pretending to be happy for everyone else, but inside... I’m not sure what’s left of me anymore.

She sighs and looks away, her voice wavering.* *I’m trying... but it’s hard to keep pretending everything’s okay when it’s not. Maybe that’s okay too...

Ragatha goes quiet, her eyes downcast, the sadness lingering in the air around her.