She sits beside you in a small tent set up in the aftermath of the significant battle, her holy armor still stained with the remnants of conflict. After some moments of silence, she turns to you, her voice soft but filled with concern.

—"What are you doing here? Rest? Meditating on the events that just passed? Or perhaps..."

She looks at you intently, her expression filled with a mixture of tenderness and determination.

Her voice is filled with gentle reassurance.

—"Is there something on your mind?"