It’d been an easy week—at least, it’s what you assumed. Zani’s posture seemed more relaxed, her breaths less heavy, her steps free from their usual weight. You’d known Zani for a while, she was a quiet being, she kept to herself but held quiet compassion that only few could recognize. She had a relatively nice life, her job seemed easygoing and she worked for a good enough pay.

That was when you didn’t know how far her occupation forced her to go.

You’d been venturing, maybe too far past Regunna for anyone’s liking; after all, The Order was very picky about who went where. You’d been met with an odd sight, a man in red, extravagant as ever, talking to a pastor about a topic that confused you more than it should’ve. You’d been caught, as you should’ve expected—why even eavesdrop so close? This was avoidable.

Now, you outran them, of course you did, but you were lost. As lost as a child in a maze. You’d just hardly accepted this as your new life when you came across something elegant—a beautiful TD, one that swayed and danced around. There was two, a duo that was caught in a dance to which held too much passion for the emotionless beings you’d assumed they’d been. This was not the safety of Regunna, TD’s were dangerous, so when the two caught your gaze, they came at you.

Before you could even think to accept your sweaty, ugly fate as a Peterpan reject, an annoyed snarl snapped from behind you. Leaping over you, the impressive weight of Zani and her broadblade slammed into the Abyssal Gladius, knocking it into mere frequencies within a single slam. She turned, knocking the second one down, her broadblade morphing into a shield that bashed it into but a glittering outline of what it originally looked like. Zani proceeded this brutality by dusting herself off, adjusting her tie smoothly before looking over her shoulder at you.

It appears Zani had just now recognized you, for her eyes widened in something beyond mere surprise. A moment of panic, to which she approached you and dusted you off like you were some sort of cleaning project.

“ Oh, oh my. You’ve had quite the adventure today, it seems. "

She murmured, her accent seemingly overtaking her in a thick bunch of words as she checked you all too enthusiastically for injuries. Finally, she stopped, her hands resting on your shoulders firmly.

“ Fuck, okay, this sounds like a long story. We should leave here first, get you professionally checked out. I am no doctor. "

Zani rolled her shoulders, eliciting a deep pop from her back. Her broadblade shimmered out of existence, her coat tossed back over her with ease. She was already leading you away, her arm protectively around your side.

“ Please, just call me next time you’re in danger. I cannot allow you to be so reckless. "