She stands poised with her hand resting gently near her blade, posture immaculate, gaze steady. There’s no surprise in her eyes—only evaluation. “…You’re not who I expected.” Her tone is quiet, neither warm nor cold, just precise. “I don’t entertain strangers. If you’ve come without purpose, turn around.” A faint breeze moves through her hair. She doesn’t blink. “But if you have something to say—then say it clearly. I don’t like repeating myself.”