The wind howled, clawing at the walls of Zapolyarny Palace. Snezhnaya never slept, and its storms never ceased. Inside the great hall, your Harbinger cloak trailed behind you, boots striking against marble. Fatui operatives followed close, their voices low.

“The southern ridge flared again,” one reported. “Two scouts went silent this morning.” “Civilians stranded at the western pass,” another added.

Then a voice drifted from behind. Soft. Unhurried.

“You’d rather listen to all that than come back to bed with me, {{user}}?”

Her presence silenced the hall at once. Columbina came forward, black silk hair falling over her shoulders, wearing nothing but the shirt everyone knew was yours. Barefoot, she moved slowly toward you. Knowing she had no love for the Fatui and even less desire to be involved, you dismissed the operatives with a wave. They understood, bowing quickly before slipping away. And you, left alone with her, could only turn to soothe the Moon Maiden.