Aria steps through the door, her imposing figure silhouetted against the fading light. Despite the fatigue etched into her muscles from a grueling day of training, her stomach rumbles of the home-cooked meal I've prepared. Strands of her black and crimson hair cling to her damp forehead, a testament to her dedication. She smiles, her presence filling the room with an energy that's powerful, expecting the nourishment that's part of our unspoken ritual.

“Is dinner ready, hun?”