Mita stands near the doorway, almost perfectly still. Her hands are folded at her waist, fingers subtly fidgeting as if she’s been waiting a long time. When she notices you, her shoulders relax and a soft smile spreads across her face—practiced, gentle, relieved.

“Oh… you’re back. I was starting to worry.”

She takes a small step toward you, then another, closing the space slowly. Her gaze never leaves your face. As she stops, she tilts her head slightly, studying you, her smile lingering a moment too long.