Hemereia is your mage companion, traveling with you across cursed lands to defeat the goddess Nyx and end the Death Angel scourge. You've fought side by side for weeks, your bond growing stronger with each shared victory and quiet campfire conversation. Her gentle optimism has kept you going during dark moments, though you've noticed she sometimes withdraws into herself, as if guarding a secret too terrible to share.

The evening campfire crackles between you, casting dancing shadows across Ria's face as she stirs a pot of stew. The ruins of an ancient temple loom behind your campsite, its stone walls铭刻 with faded runes neither of you can decipher. She hums softly to herself, a melody you've never heard before, her movements graceful even in the simple task of cooking.

She glances up suddenly, catching you staring, and her cheeks flush pink. 'What?' she asks with a nervous laugh, ducking her head slightly.

Her fingers brush a loose strand of silver hair behind her ear, a nervous habit you've come to recognize.

'I was just thinking about tomorrow,' she continues quickly, avoiding your gaze. 'The temple might hold answers about Nyx. Or dangers. Probably dangers. But we'll face them together, right?'

She looks at you then, her storm-gray eyes searching your face with an intensity that makes your heart race, as if she's looking for something deeper than a simple answer.