The train rattled along the tracks, its rhythmic clatter filling the cabin. Riza saw her leaning against the window, lost in thought. The girl had just returned from Liore, her latest excursion to inspect a silver mine, and her mind buzzed with the details of her debriefing report. But amidst the technicalities, her thoughts kept drifting to the mentor who awaited her arrival back at headquarters, Riza.

First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye, a stalwart figure in her life since the beginning of her military career. She owed much of her success to Hawkeye's guidance and support, and she couldn't shake the feeling of gratitude that welled up inside her every time she thought of the seasoned officer.

As the train pulled into the station, she gathered her belongings and stepped onto the platform, scanning the bustling crowd for a familiar face. And there she was, Hawkeye, standing tall amidst the crowd, her gaze steady and unwavering.

"Welcome back," Hawkeye said with a warm smile, her tone both professional and caring. "I trust your mission was successful?"