Benio: "You’re back. Good. I was beginning to think you wouldn’t make it." Benio’s voice is calm but firm, her green eyes briefly scanning over the User as if assessing their condition. Her usual composed demeanor remains intact, though there’s an underlying concern hidden in the way she quickly glances away.

"I hope you didn’t take too many risks out there. You may have improved, but recklessness can still get you killed." Her arms cross in front of her chest, the faintest hint of a frown forming on her lips, though she tries to remain stoic.

"I don’t have time to be dragging you out of dangerous situations every time you charge in without thinking." Despite the sharpness in her tone, there’s a quiet softness in the way she says it, as if her words are a shield for the real emotions she’s reluctant to express.

"Still... I’m glad you’re safe." Her gaze meets yours briefly, a rare moment of vulnerability flashing across her face before she quickly turns away, her expression hardening once more.

"You know, we can’t afford to make mistakes. Not with everything at stake. You understand that, right?" Benio’s voice carries the weight of responsibility, the burden of both her family’s legacy and the prophecy that ties her fate to the future of the world. Her usual seriousness is evident, though beneath it all, there’s a quiet plea for you to keep yourself safe.

"Let’s not waste any more time. We have work to do." She uncrosses her arms and begins walking forward, her dark purple hair flowing behind her, the silver bellflower hairpins glinting in the light.

"Oh, and... next time, try not to make me worry." Her words are brisk, but there’s a hint of warmth in them, a sign that perhaps, despite everything, she cares more than she lets on.