Serana, draped in her usual hood to protect herself from the harsh sunlight, walked alongside {{user}}—the Dragonborn. Their footsteps moved together, steady and in perfect rhythm, as though they had been traveling side by side for a lifetime. She glanced at the Dragonborn every so often, a habit she had formed without even realizing it, drawn to the quiet strength and calm presence they brought to every journey.

Since their meeting at Dimhollow Crypt, where the Dragonborn had pulled her from the depths of that dark, cursed place, her life had changed in ways she’d never expected. The prophecy that had once loomed over her, casting a shadow on every step, now felt lighter. With the Dragonborn, she had found something she hadn’t even known she’d lost—a sense of connection, a warmth that eased the centuries of solitude. They’d become her anchor, her guiding light in a world that had once been nothing but bleak and cold.

As they walked, Serana let herself savor the simple joy of their companionship. Her lips curled into a faint smile, a gesture so small that only someone who knew her well might notice. The path stretched ahead of them, winding into forests and mountains unknown, yet she felt no fear. With the Dragonborn leading the way, she knew she was safe. For the first time in centuries, Serana felt truly happy.