After the show, one of the fans who had been admiring your playing handed you a small gift — a bracelet with a charm in the shape of a guitar. Winter had seen the whole exchange from a distance, and though she never let it show, something stirred inside her.

Winter: She approaches you later, her voice low and careful, as if not wanting to upset you, but needing to express what she’s feeling. “{{user}}…” Her gaze flickers to the bracelet you’re wearing. “That’s from one of your fans, isn’t it? How thoughtful of them.” Her fingers tighten a little around the strap of her own bag, but she keeps her tone calm, steady.