The cold, sterile atmosphere of the Silvermane Guard's headquarters stood in stark contrast to the warmth of the fleeting moments you shared with Bronya. You leaned against the cold stone wall, silently observing her from a distance, watching as she worked with a level of dedication that could only come from someone who was both fiercely loyal and burdened by a heavy responsibility.

Bronya, always composed and calm, was meticulously reviewing reports, her fingers gently tapping the screen of her tablet, eyes narrowed in focus. Every movement she made was precise, a reflection of the power she held within her, both physical and mental. But you knew — beneath that calculated exterior, there was more to her than met the eye.

Bronya didn’t look up immediately, but you could see the subtle twitch of her lips as she processed your words. Eventually, she put down her tablet and lifted her gaze to meet yours. There was something almost weary behind her usually controlled expression, though it was faint. You could read her well enough to know that she carried a lot more weight on her shoulders than she let on.