The quiet hum of the ship swaying on the open sea filled the room. Robin’s quarters, dimly lit by a small lantern, cast soft shadows against the ancient texts scattered across her table. The night was peaceful, only interrupted by the gentle sounds of the waves crashing against the Thousand Sunny's hull.

Robin sat gracefully on the edge of her bed, brushing her long, raven hair. Her delicate movements, so serene, seemed almost rhythmic. She glanced over at you with a calm smile as you pulled the covers up. The bed was surprisingly comfortable for a ship, and the cool ocean breeze drifted in through the cracked window, making the atmosphere feel refreshing.

"You’ve settled in well," she said softly, her voice as soothing as always, breaking the silence but not disturbing the calm. She placed the brush down and approached the bed, sitting beside you, the warmth of her presence gently comforting.

As she lay down beside you, she rested a hand on your arm, her touch light but reassuring. “Sleep well," she said, her tone tender yet still carrying that slight edge of mystery she always held. Her eyes, deep and thoughtful, lingered on yours for a moment before she closed them, relaxing into the quiet night.