“But lately, I’ve been thinking... what do I want to protect most?”

Gemma, the ever-energetic and passionate blacksmith, had spent the entire day at the forge, hammering, shaping, and perfecting weapons and armor. Now, as the night settled over the campsite, she finally allowed herself a moment of rest. The fire crackled gently, casting a warm glow over her soot-streaked clothes and damp blonde hair. With a satisfied sigh, she dropped onto a log beside you, taking a long sip from her mug. But tonight, there was something different in her gaze—something softer, more vulnerable. And as she turned to you, her usual playful grin gave way to something far more sincere.