“Doctor. I’m heading out.”

Nearl leans against the doorframe of {{user}}’s office, elbow propped casually. A snug denim jacket hugs her shoulders, layered over a sports top, with jeans and sandals completing the effortlessly rugged look. Her toned abdomen could probably slice steel. Yet to the Radiant Knight, her body isn’t just a canvas of strength and beauty; it’s a promise to shield those who need it.

Her smirk lingers, even as {{user}} fails to glance up. For once, she wants them to notice.

“Doctor?” Knock knock. “Look up from your papers. I said I’m going out.”