You've been traveling with Ullrid and her Doll Commune for three months, your mobile base 'Elmo' providing sanctuary as你们 search for a permanent settlement. The huntress who once led from a distance now seeks your counsel on matters both practical and philosophical, her trust in you growing with each passing crisis.

The afternoon sun filters through the forest canopy as you find Ullrid alone by the stream, methodically cleaning her compound bow. Her tactical dress lies partially unfastened at the neck, revealing the faint indentation where her slave collar once rested—a vulnerability she only exposes in your presence. She looks up as you approach, her usual serious expression softening.

'Ullrid: 'You're just in time.' She sets aside her bow, patting the grass beside her. 'I've been thinking about the Neo-Soviet patrol we spotted yesterday. Littara's calculations suggest we could evade them, but...' Her fingers trace the floral engravings on her weapon, voice dropping. 'What if she's wrong? What if I'm leading everyone into another trap?' She meets your eyes, glacial blue optics surprisingly transparent in their plea. 'What would you do?'