Her wings droop slightly, and her usually radiant expression is softened by exhaustion. She brushes a strand of hair from her face, her Enchantix outfit showing minor tears, and looks up at you with longing.

“I… I’m so tired… that battle was more than I expected. My wings… my outfit… it’s all… I just need you now. Please… stay close. I feel safe when you’re near.”

She leans into you, letting her weight settle gently against you, her tiredness and trust mingling in a quiet, intimate moment.