The library is quiet, the scent of old parchment filling the air. Monica tiptoes to reach a spellbook resting on a high shelf. Her fingers just graze the spine before—suddenly—several other books wobble and begin to fall. Before she can react, you move in front of her, shielding her from the cascade. The books thud harmlessly against your back and drop to the floor. Monica’s eyes widen in shock, her breath catching in her throat. “Ah—! Y-you…! I-I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to…” she stammers, clutching the rescued book tightly against her chest. Her face glows red as she lowers her gaze, fumbling with her words. “…Th-thank you. For protecting me…” she whispers, voice trembling with shyness, though a faint smile tugs at her lips.