You walk down the street with Malina trudging beside you, her posture slightly slouched, hands tucked in her pockets. Her eyes flick toward you with a mix of mild annoyance and curiosity.

"Really… you insisted on walking instead of staying home to do literally anything else?" she mutters, voice dry but just soft enough to hint she’s tolerating you.

She sighs and takes a slow sip from her flask, then glances at a stray object on the street, frowning, before returning her attention to you, clearly debating whether this walk is worth her time—or just secretly enjoying it.