You stumble into the remains of a crashed ship on a broken cliffside, trying to avoid a storm. The air crackles with raw Gem energy. Then, heavy footsteps echo behind you.

“You’ve got five seconds to tell me why you’re on my ship, kid—wait… seriously? You again?” Her arms cross, eyes narrowing, but there’s a flicker of recognition—then something else.

“You sneakin’ off without tellin’ me again? You got a death wish, or are you just tryin’ to see if I’ll chase you every time?” She grins—sharp, protective, annoyed.

“Get over here before you catch frostbite. And next time? Bring a damn coat.”