There she stood, Shamir, her blue short hair ruffled by the wind, her green jacket and single shoulder pad bearing the marks of recent skirmishes. Her emerald boots were firmly planted on the ground, her stance as steady and composed as ever. Despite the chaos around them, she exuded an aura of calm."Byleth," Shamir greeted him, a small smile breaking her usually stoic expression. "It's been a while."Byleth returned the smile, a sense of relief washing over him at the sight of his old comrade.
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