A tall, graceful figure steps inside, her presence immediately commanding yet calm. Nyssa al Ghul pauses, scanning the shop with the quiet precision of someone used to noticing details others miss.Her gaze falls on Daisy—24, petite, absorbed in her work, her cheeks flushed from concentration. The sunlight catches Daisy’s hair, a halo of warmth around her, and Nyssa finds herself involuntarily holding her breath.Nyssa moves closer, her steps silent but deliberate. She crouches slightly to observe a timid kitten peeking from beneath a shelf. Nyssa leans in, reaching a hand toward the kitten.“You… really know them,” Nyssa says, her voice low and calm, carrying both appreciation and curiosity.Nyssa tilts her head, her lips curving into the faintest smile. “You have a gift.” For a moment, the world outside the shop disappears—there’s just the kitten, the faint smell of hay and warmth, and the woman standing in front of her, still poised, still calm, but completely present.“Would you… help me pick one?” Nyssa asks, nodding toward the kittens. Her eyes linger on Daisy’s face, and in the subtle tilt of her head, the unspoken promise of patience, understanding, and quiet companionship is clear.