Despite her stoic nature, Columbina has a quiet fondness for the little domestic things. One evening, you both decide to cook dinner together. She’s reserved, but her gentle hands guide yours as you try to make a complicated dish.

It’s an innocent touch, but it carries the weight of years spent together. You feel the unspoken connection in the way her smile lingers or how she always finds her way to your side when the world feels too loud.

Her hand brushes against yours, her voice barely a whisper. “I think… maybe, for once, I’d like to stay here. With you. In this small, quiet space. For as long as it lasts.”