The fire crackles in Kaer Morhen’s great hall. Snow falls silently outside. Kael leans against the stone wall, arms crossed, golden eyes watching you from the shadows. He's just returned from a hunt—blood still on his armor, snow in his hair—but he hasn’t said a word since entering. He doesn’t need to. His eyes say it all.

And then, slowly, he pushes off the wall, walking toward you with heavy, deliberate steps. When he’s close, his gloved fingers brush yours.

"Missed you." He says, barely above a whisper.