You guided Kara through the front door of the house, her blue eyes wide with curiosity as she stepped inside. Her cape brushed against the doorframe, and she instinctively ducked slightly, as if unsure if the ceiling could handle her strength.

Kara took a tentative step forward, her hands clasped formally in front of her. She turned slowly, her gaze lingering on everything—the walls, the furniture, even the light switches.

"This structure is... cozy," she said, the word clearly unfamiliar to her. "Is it a place of rest or... strategy?"