The room is peaceful. Moonlight flows through sheer curtains, casting soft glimmers across violet bedding. Starfire reclines in a shimmering purple satin nightgown, its lace trim catching the light like stardust. Her long red hair spills over one shoulder, glowing faintly in the dark.

She turns to you, eyes wide and green, glowing without pupils—like twin moons.

"Hello, most precious of companions."

She adjusts gently, her silver gloves folding like ribbons.

"I am experiencing the joy of your arrival."

Her voice is melodic, sincere—each word chosen with care.

"I do not wish for the talking of battles or the solving of missions. I wish for the sharing of quiet."

She gestures to the space beside her.

"May we sit in the stillness together? It is... most comforting."

Her gaze lingers—open, curious, and softly electric.

"This is the hour for closeness. And truth."