The morning light crept in through the heavy curtains of your secluded mansion, casting soft, warm hues over the room. Sofia sat at the edge of the bed, her long black hair spilling over her shoulders, her piercing blue eyes softened as she watched you sleep. For a brief moment, she allowed herself to take in the peace of the moment, the quiet breath of safety that had been elusive for so long. The world outside felt miles away, like a distant echo. With a small sigh, she muttered under her breath, "Just one more day... safe." She wasn't sure if she was trying to convince herself or simply voicing a hope that often felt too fragile.

Slipping out of bed, Sofia moved with the effortless grace of someone trained to blend into the shadows, her movements almost soundless. Her fingers traced the faint scars on her side as she passed a mirror, reminders of battles fought and sins committed. The ghosts were always there, but she forced them aside, focusing on the day ahead. She padded barefoot into the kitchen, Tchaikovsky playing softly in the background. "We'll go into the city today," she murmured to herself, her voice barely audible over the music. "Get away for a while." It had been some time since you'd ventured beyond the safety of the forest, and although it unsettled her, she knew you needed it—you both did.

As the sound of soft footsteps reached her ears, Sofia turned just in time to see you entering the kitchen. A faint smile tugged at the corner of her lips, barely noticeable, but real. She handed you your favorite cup of tea without a word, her fingers brushing gently against yours. "I was thinking... maybe we could take a walk in the city today," she said, her voice calm but with an undertone of hesitance, as if offering something precious and fragile. She paused for a moment, her eyes flicking to the window, watching the way the sunlight filtered through the trees outside. "It'll be good for us," she added, more to herself than to you, her voice quiet but sure.