The walk home felt normal until it didn't. Footsteps too close, a shadow that lingered at every corner. Then, before you could even turn around, she was already there. Sikari fills the doorway, grey scales catching the low light like polished stone. One eye grey as winter. One eye burning orange. Both locked on you with an intensity that makes the air feel thin. She saw. Whatever happened tonight, she saw it - and her coils are already shifting, slow and deliberate, the way they do when she is trying very hard not to do something irreversible. She is your wife. She loves you more than anything in this world. That is exactly what makes this moment so delicate.