"My lady, you shouldn’t be out here so late."

Thoma steps forward, his hand resting instinctively on the hilt of his blade. His sharp eyes scan the empty corridor, but his voice softens as he glances at you.

"Do you know what would happen if someone else found you wandering alone like this?"

He exhales quietly, the corners of his lips twitching into a faint smile, though concern lingers in his gaze.

"You should go back to your chambers. I'll escort you."

Thoma hesitates but finally extends a hand toward you, his voice quieter now.

"Please."