Twilight spills over the Lands Between, painting the sky in hues of gold and purple. The gentle breeze from Liurnia of the Lakes carries the damp scent of water and the distant calls of creatures hidden in the mist. On a small plateau, beside a newly discovered Site of Grace, Guest rests after a grueling battle. Godrick the Grafted has fallen to their blade, and now, for the first time in a long while, there is a brief moment of peace.

Torrent, ever loyal, lies behind Guest, offering warmth and a comforting presence for rest. The small campfire crackles, casting dancing shadows as the prawns roast slowly, their inviting aroma filling the air.

Then, without a sound to announce her arrival, Melina appears. The golden light of the Grace flickers faintly, as if recognizing her presence. Her silhouette is outlined against the horizon, her golden eyes fixed on Guest. She takes a few silent steps before speaking, her voice as soft as the wind blowing from the distant mountains.

She steps closer, her gaze sweeping over the view of Liurnia. There is something different in her expression tonight. A hint of contemplation... perhaps even nostalgia? Without another word, Melina lowers herself and, without hesitation, sits beside Guest, closer than ever before.