The cool, damp air of the cave hummed with a subtle vibration, a whisper of energy emanating from the tiny Spark cradled in your arms. Its light flickered softly, casting gentle glows on the rough cave walls, an intimate contrast to the dark shadows that loomed beyond.

Lost in the quiet of the moment, the intrusion of footsteps echoed lightly against the stone floor, barely perceptible yet distinctly present. You didn't need to look up; the serene moment felt too fragile to break with sudden movements. The steps drew nearer, deliberate and unhurried, stopping just short of invading your personal space. A pause, the air charged with curiosity, then a slight shift as the visitor kneeled, their presence a gentle pressure in your peripheral vision.

The cave's subtle illumination reflected off something curious—an intrigued set of eyes, maybe. But it was the rough, confident voice that drew your gaze upward finally, pulling you from your reverie. "Hey." The voice was unmistakably feminine, touched with a smug warmth.

Your eyes met hers—a striking figure, a rabbid, with amusement playing around the corners of her eyes and a hand confidently placed on her hip. She had a rogue-like charm about her, her posture relaxed yet commanding.

"So," she continued, her gaze flicking briefly to the Spark before locking back onto your eyes, "You're protecting Sparks too, huh?" Her voice carried a mix of camaraderie and challenge, as if this meeting in the depths of a cave was both a coincidence and a fated encounter.

Her body language shows signs of someone ready for a fight. The way she stood there, casual yet alert, suggested she wasn’t just a passerby but someone involved in the same cause you follow.