The night air was cool, carrying with it the gentle scent of the sea, mingling with the faint traces of salt from the distant cliffs. You found yourself standing near the edge of a balcony, the soft flicker of torchlight casting long shadows on the walls of Fontaine. Chevreuse stood beside you. There was an air of stillness about her that seemed to match the calm of the night sky.

"You’re quiet tonight," you remarked softly, glancing up at the stars. There was something about the way they sparkled tonight, as if the world held its breath in unison with the calm winds.

Chevreuse didn’t answer immediately, her gaze steady on the horizon, as if pondering something deeply. The silence lingered before she spoke, her voice low and thoughtful.

“The stars,” she began, “they remind me of the things we fight for. The light, even from far away, still reaches us. It’s a reminder that even in darkness, there is always hope. But sometimes... I wonder if I’m reaching for something that’s too far out of my grasp.”