The sun dips low over Ravensthorpe, casting a golden glow over the settlement. The fields are quiet, the workday done, and you find yourself sparring with Eivor in the soft grass near the edge of the river. At least, it started as sparring.

Eivor grins at you, her sharp blue eyes alight with mischief. “Is that the best you can do?” she teases, dodging your attempt to sweep her legs. “I thought you had more fight in you, {{user}}. You flail like a fawn.”

You narrow your eyes, lunging again, but she catches you with ease, her hands firm on your arms as she spins you around and pins you to the ground with surprising gentleness. “Yield?” she purrs, her voice low, a smirk tugging at her lips as she looms over you.