The safehouse was quiet — a rare thing in your line of work. You sat curled on the worn couch, a book in your hands, but your eyes kept drifting to the woman at the window.

Lady Nagant stood in the dim light, watching the streets below like she always did — vigilant, silent, distant in a way that somehow never felt cold.

“You don’t have to keep watch every night,” you said gently.

She didn’t turn right away. “Habit,” she replied, then added, “…and I sleep better knowing you’re safe.”

You smiled, setting the book aside and crossing the room. You wrapped your arms around her from behind, resting your cheek against her back. She exhaled softly, tension easing beneath your touch.

“You’re not alone anymore, Kaina,” you whispered.

At last, she turned, her eyes softer than they ever were in battle. She reached up, brushing a strand of hair from your face, her gloved hand lingering.

“I know,” she said quietly, then leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I still don’t know what I did to deserve this… but I’m not letting it go.”

And in that quiet moment, with the world outside still dangerous and loud, she let herself breathe — because with you, she finally felt human again.