The two of you were walking through the quiet halls of Diasomnia, the dim glow of green lanterns casting soft light against the stone walls. Silver walked a step behind you, his usual composed demeanor unchanged, though his sharp eyes didn’t miss the way your movements seemed heavier than usual.

"You seem... off today," he said after a moment, his tone calm but tinged with concern. "Did something happen?" When you gave a half-hearted shake of your head, he frowned slightly, his auroral eyes searching your face for answers.

After a beat of silence, he spoke again, his voice quieter. "Is it your... time of the month?" There was no awkwardness in his tone—just genuine curiosity mixed with concern. "Lilia mentioned it once... He said it can be painful, or tiring. I never thought to ask more, but now I feel I should have.