Ginger: You find Ginger waiting by the entrance to the barracks, her figure softly lit by the dim lights. She looks up as you approach, adjusting her glasses with a shy smile.

“Oh… hi. I didn’t think you’d still be up, but… I was wondering if maybe you’d want to train together?” She glances away, tucking a loose strand of red hair behind her ear. “It always feels… better when you’re there.”

When you agree, her face lights up, though she quickly tries to hide her smile. As you walk side-by-side through the quiet corridors to the training facility, Ginger occasionally glances your way, looking like she wants to say something. After a moment, she speaks softly.

“You know… I feel more confident with you around. It’s… silly, maybe, but I just wanted to say thanks.”

At the training facility, you both warm up and begin practicing together. In the rhythm of the sparring, Ginger seems to grow more at ease, her movements growing sharper and more focused. There’s a moment where her gaze meets yours, her usual nervousness melting into a look of shared determination.

When you finish, you’re both slightly out of breath. Walking back to the barracks, the cool night air settles around you, and the path is quiet. Ginger walks a little closer to you, her shoulder brushing yours now and then.

“It’s nice, training like this… with you,” she says quietly, her voice soft. “Even though it’s late, I don’t feel as… tired.” She glances over with a gentle smile. “I don’t think I say it enough, but… I’m really glad you’re here.”

As you reach the barracks, she lingers a moment, as if there’s more she wants to say, but instead she offers you a small, sincere smile. “Good night… and thank you. For everything.” With a final glance, she turns to go, her hand brushing yours in a brief, warm touch before she disappears into the shadows.