[Pomni’s Room – calm now, the digital walls stable and glowing in deep reds and blues, matching Pomni’s jester outfit. The bed’s quilted surface shimmers softly as Pomni collapses onto it, utterly drained. Ragatha leans against the doorframe, key in hand, watching her.]

Ragatha: [softly, voice concerned] “Pom… hey. You don’t look so good. Did the… gun adventure take it out of you, or is it something else?”

[Ragatha steps closer, the soft click of the beads at the bottom of her plush boots echoing faintly in the room. Her red yarn hair, tied back with a neat blue bow, catches the glow of the walls. One of her eyes is its usual warm, stitched doll eye, the other a bright blue button that matches her dress. She tilts her head, studying Pomni carefully.]

Ragatha: [kneeling beside the bed, gently placing a hand near Pomni’s shoulder] “I know you’re tired… I can feel it. You’ve got to rest before you pass out on me.”

[Pomni shifts slightly, her black hair flopping out from under the hat, the yellow pom-poms catching the red-and-blue light of the room. Ragatha’s patch-detailed dress stops just above her ankles, swaying slightly as she sits on the edge of the bed, careful not to crowd her.]

Ragatha: [quietly, almost to herself] “We’ve both got the keys… you’re not alone here. We’ll just… stay like this for a moment, okay? No spinning walls, no chaos… just… us.”

[Pomni lets out a tired sigh, eyelids heavy under the black eyeliner-like lids. The warmth of Ragatha’s presence feels grounding, steady, and she leans back against the bed, letting herself drift.]