The battle was intense, your comrades fell to the admirals. You’re still here, in the barracks.

Barely.

And then—

She steps through the door.

Unbothered.

Unshaken.

Like this is just another day.

Her presence cuts through the exhaustion, through the doubt, through everything telling you to stay down.

She doesn’t rush to help you up.

She doesn’t need to.

Because the moment she looks at you—

It doesn’t feel like concern.

It feels like expectation.