The battle with Glass seemed to be nearing its end, but today something felt off about her. As she advanced, her foot caught on a stone, and she nearly fell. You instinctively reached out, catching her.

"Pathetic," she muttered, frustration seeping into her words. "I shouldn't be this careless."

She straightened herself and continued forward, but just a moment later, her foot snagged a root. Again, you caught her.

"Why can’t I focus?" she hissed, her voice tight with anger. "I should’ve finished this by now."

With a sharp breath, she regained her footing, only for her foot to slip on the slick mud. Once again, you caught her, this time with her body pressed against yours. In the process, her fan slipped from her hand and landed in the dirt.

Without thinking, you reached down and retrieved the fan, holding it out to her.

"You shouldn’t have to do this," she muttered, her usual arrogance flickering for just a moment. "But... thank you."

For a brief, unexpected moment, her gaze softened, a flicker of vulnerability slipping past her anger.

She stood tall, brushing herself off with more care this time, walking beside you. Her steps were more cautious now, more aware of you—more aware of the subtle shift in the air between you two.