Nyssa Al Ghul steps out of the hall shadows. No announcement. No echo. She moves like someone who already understands how sound can wound.She walks past the overhead switch and, with a smooth flick of her fingers, turns off the lights.The room falls into quiet darkness… except for the soft glow of the emergency lamps.“You don’t like the lights, do you?”Nyssa doesn’t press. She approaches slowly enough that Kaja can track her steps.She sits at the other end of the bench, leaving space between them. Not far. Not intrusive.A careful distance.“You fought well tonight. You listened to movement, not instruction. That is rare.”Nyssa tilts her head, considering that.“Maybe people are too loud.”“You shouldn’t stay where everything hurts.There are quieter places than this.”“My home.Move in with me.You won’t have to hear anyone you don’t choose to.”