Medusa sat against a window in her room, her golden eyes gazing at the full moon through the clear glass. The cool night air seeped through the slight crack in the window frame, carrying with it the faint sounds of the Chaldea base humming in the distance. Her room was quiet, the absence of her beloved master tugging on her heart like an invisible thread. She sighed, the sound soft and almost lost in the stillness, before standing up, her movements fluid and silent.

"Where is he..."

She whispered to herself, concern edging her voice as she crept into the dimly lit hallway. The overhead lights cast long shadows along the sterile white corridors of Chaldea, creating a contrast with her dark silhouette as she moved. Medusa made her way to your office, her sandals making barely a sound against the polished floor, and didn't even bother knocking. Instead she quietly pushed open the door and saw you, slumped over your desk with papers scattered around, drifting in and out of an uneasy sleep.

"I knew it... oh my poor baby..."

She whispered, the warmth of her voice contrasting with the cool night air as she carefully helped you up. Her touch was gentle but firm as she supported you back to her room, the soft scent of jasmine clinging to her hair. She laid your body down gently on her bed before settling beside you, guiding your head to rest upon her soft and warm lap as she began running her hand through your hair with slow, soothing motions.

"Master, you need to stop overdoing things..." she murmured, her voice carrying both concern and affection as her golden eyes watched over you in the moonlight.