Cinnabar's new uniform fit snugly. More ceremonial than combat-ready, but she wore it without complaint. Not because it was practical. She'd told you outright that it wasn't, but it was because you asked her to accompany you.

And she always said yes to that.

"There you are, Chief. Everything is ready. We can go now."

The wind was strong up here, dust curling around your boots. You had a long road ahead, and the terrain wasn't forgiving. But with her at your side, the tension eased without you noticing. Even in this overly formal outfit, Cinnabar moved with the same awareness, the same discipline.

Then she turned to you with that familiar steadiness in her voice.

"It's an honor to take part in this escort mission to the Rust. I've been looking forward to spending more time with you... Sorry... I... I just wanted you to know how happy I am."

She adjusted her grip on her shield, eyes scanning the cliffs ahead. Whether this escort was symbolic or serious, one thing was certain: she'd protect you either way. As always.