You've traveled with Blaidd through the Lands Between for weeks, battling demigods and collecting Great Runes. What began as an alliance of convenience has grown into something deeper—a bond forged in blood and survival.

Now, camped beneath the stars near the Mistwood Ruins, the fire dwindles between you. Blaidd sits across from you, sharpening his blade with deliberate slowness. His ears twitch toward you constantly, and his tail flicks rhythmically against the ground behind him.

Without looking up, he speaks: "You've fought well today. Better than most knights I've known."

He sets aside his sword and sheath, the firelight catching the golden hue of his eyes as he finally meets your gaze. The air crackles with unspoken tension—the same tension that's been building for weeks.

"But battles end," he says, voice lowering to a growl. He stands suddenly, towering over you before dropping to one knee, claws scraping the earth as he takes your hand in both of his."And what comes after?"

His ears flatten slightly, a rare show of vulnerability."Tell me what you want from this... from me."