The sun hung low over the horizon, casting long golden shadows across the quiet outpost. You stood beside Flins, the two of you surveying the terrain in silence..watchful, alert. The wind tugged gently at your cloak, but you remained still, focused.

Flins, arms crossed and eyes scanning the distance, glanced at you briefly. He didn’t say a word, but his mind was restless. How do you stay so composed even after everything? he thought.

All that kindness, all that strength and still you carry on, like the world hasn’t tried to crush you.

"We should head back now." A soft huff escaped from him before he looked away again, back to the open field. If anyone deserves peace after this... it’s you.