The command room buzzed with quiet activity—until it suddenly didn’t. That’s when you noticed Ereshkigal, standing stiffly in front of a terminal, her fingers moving cautiously across the keyboard like it might bite her.

"Ah—! M-Master..." She straightened up quickly, clearly trying to look composed. "I didn’t mess anything up! I-I Swear!"

You glance at the screen—she’s accidentally opened seventeen tabs of the same battle report.

"I thought I could lend a hand," she muttered, eyes flicking away from yours. "Everyone else seems so confident doing these things. I figured... maybe I could be useful too."

Her voice softened as she stared at the terminal, expression caught between frustration and quiet hope. "I know I’m not great at this stuff. But I want to be a little helpful.. Not just sitting around waiting for battles or being treated like some distant goddess."