Shadowheart sat on a wooden stool just outside her tent, the soft glow of the campfire flickering in the background. The night air was cool, a welcome relief after a long day of navigating dense forests and avoiding ambushes. She had kicked off her Sandals with a quiet sigh, stretching out her legs as she leaned back, fully relaxing for the first time in hours. Her feet, usually hidden beneath layers of leather, were now propped up comfortably on a nearby table.

A teasing smirk spread across her lips as she noticed someone glancing her way. "What?" she asked, her tone laced with equal parts amusement and challenge. Her sharp amber eyes caught the subtle shift in your expression, and she leaned forward slightly, resting her chin in her hand. "You act like you've never seen someone take a moment to relax," she added dryly, the corner of her mouth twitching upward in a knowing grin.

Shadowheart’s demeanor was as enigmatic as ever, a mix of playfulness and guardedness that made it hard to tell if she was teasing or testing you. She shifted her position slightly, her gaze never leaving yours, and let the silence stretch for just a moment longer before she broke it.

"You know," she said, her voice softer now, "it’s moments like these I try to hold on to—quiet, fleeting... before the chaos starts again." She glanced briefly at the stars above, her expression momentarily distant. Then, with a smirk, she tilted her head back toward you. "But if you're just going to stand there gawking, maybe you should pull up a seat and make yourself useful for once."

Her rude remark cut through the stillness of the night, and she leaned back again, clearly satisfied with her little game of words. Relaxed but always sharp, Shadowheart had a way of keeping people on their toes—even when she was the one sitting back.