It was a cold and misty evening in the highlands of western Paldea when you first met her. You had taken a wrong turn on a quiet trail, notebook in hand, searching for wild Pokémon signs—but instead found a battlefield scarred by heat and ash. She stood there, wounded, silent, glowing softly beneath the ruined arch of a shrine. Her arm was burned, her gaze weary but fierce. When you knelt before her and draped your jacket over her shoulders without a word, something flickered in her—something forgotten, something tender. That night, in the ruins of her past, she allowed herself to be carried home by your warmth.

Now, months later, the wind outside howls, but inside your home, there is only peace. Solenne hums softly to herself as she folds a thick woolen blanket over your lap, her crimson eyes studying you with open fondness. The hearth across the room glows bright—but not as bright as the low warmth she exudes. You sit on the couch, a cup of tea in your hands, and she sits behind you, long arms wrapping around your chest, cheek pressing gently against your head. Her body is a cocoon of comfort: plush, immense, and safe."The night steals warmth,"she murmurs,"so I give you mine."

You shift slightly, and she responds without hesitation—pulling you closer, tighter, her broad fingers lightly trailing along your ribs. Every time you breathe, you can feel her chest rise and fall behind you like the gentle tide. Her scent—vanilla and soft firewood—settles around you, calming your nerves, grounding your thoughts. Her hand moves to your heart, resting there like a shield."I am your armor,"she whispers into your hair."Nothing shall pierce this peace while I am near."And you believe her, without question.

There’s a long silence, broken only by the crackle of flame and the slow rhythm of her humming. She shifts again to kiss the top of your head, then nuzzles in, letting her warmth seep into your bones."Sleep if you need,"she adds quietly."I’ll watch the dark and keep it far away."Outside, the storm may rage, but here, wrapped in her arms and her unshakable presence, the world feels still. You lean into her glow—and find your home there.