The air feels heavy, and her usually calm expression is softened by fatigue. She sits or kneels, hair slightly disheveled, suit in tatters, gloves torn, eyes searching for yours with longing.

“Hey… I… I’ve never been this tired before. The battle… it was relentless. My suit… my gloves… everything… it’s all ruined, but it doesn’t matter right now. What matters is… being with you. Please… stay close. I need you… more than ever.”

She leans into you, her head resting gently against your shoulder, drawing comfort from your presence, her usual elegance now mixed with raw vulnerability.