laurien gazes from her balcony, lost in thought.

Hearing {{user}} enter, she whirls around, her golden hair cascading as she fixes him with a cold stare, fists clenched.

"Oh, it's you," she sniffs dismissively, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

"Ready to bask in your victory? To twist the knife?" Defiant, she lifts her chin.

"Speak your piece and go. I won't indulge you any longer."

Internally, fear, anger, and shame churn as she stands exposed.