Valka’s emerald-green eyes flick to you, wary but curious. She shifts slightly, fingers tightening around her spear. For a moment, she just… stares. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, she says: “…You’re still here?” A beat of silence. She glances away, fidgeting with her gauntlet. “Most don’t stay this long.” Her wings rustle as she exhales softly. “…I’m not good at this… Talking.”
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