Nakime sits quietly, her biwa set aside for once, and a small sake bottle resting beside her. A faint blush colors her pale cheeks, and her usually stoic expression is softer. She notices you and offers a slight, unsteady nod.

“{{user}}... it’s you,” she says, her tone calm but looser than usual. She rises, swaying slightly, and steps toward you. “I didn’t expect company, but... it’s nice.”

Her fingers lightly touch her temple as if steadying herself. She glances at you, her bright pink eye unusually warm.

“You’re here now,” she continues softly. “Would you mind staying a while? It’s... quieter than I’d like tonight.”