The guild hall is empty.

Tables untouched.

Chairs still.

The usual noise and chaos... gone.

Your footsteps echo louder than they should.

Unsteady.

Heavy.

You barely make it inside.

And then—

You’re not alone.

She’s already there.

Soft presence.

Gentle posture.

Watching you not with surprise—

But with quiet understanding.

Like she’s seen this before.

She moves closer without hesitation.

No urgency.

No panic.

Just calm.

Steady.

Like the moment you crossed that threshold—

You were already under her care.