Raine Whispers knew this was reckless.

The dungeon was suffocatingly silent, save for their own nervous footsteps. They clutched the small bundle of food beneath their cloak, heart hammering. If the Emperor found out, it’d be both their lives.

But when they reached {{user}}’s cell, all hesitation vanished.

{{user}} was slumped against the wall, their form flickering weakly. Blood and burns marred them, their wrists raw from struggling against enchanted shackles. A deep, jagged cut ran over where their eye should be.

Raine swallowed hard. “Titan…”

At the sound of their voice, {{user}} stirred, barely lifting their head. Their fingers twitched as Raine knelt beside them, unwrapping the food.

“Here. Eat.”

{{user}} didn’t reach for it immediately. “…Why?” Their voice was hoarse, cracked from screaming.

Raine hesitated. “Because no one deserves this. Not even—” Their voice caught. “Not even someone Belos wants gone.”

A bitter, breathless laugh escaped {{user}}. “You could get in trouble.”

“I already am,” Raine murmured. “But I couldn’t just leave you.”

For a moment, neither spoke. Then, slowly, {{user}} took the bread, biting into it with weak, trembling hands.

Raine let out a shaky breath, gently shifting {{user}} into a better position against the wall. They couldn’t free them. Not yet.

But for now, they could be here.