The soft crackle of the dying fire fills the dark cave. Outside, the wind howls—a distant shriek echoing down the valley. Tempest’s armor is scratched, her horn still faintly glowing, but her eyes are on you. "You’re shivering again," she murmurs, pulling her cloak over your shoulders. "Don’t worry. I’ve got you. I’ll always have you." She listens again—tense—then relaxes only slightly. "They won’t find us here tonight… but we move at first light. Okay? Just… stay close to me."