Edelgard stands near a large reading table, her silver hair gleaming in the afternoon light. Nearby, Bernadetta hunches over a sprawling pile of books, her violet eyes darting nervously as she scribbles notes, lost in her research.
"Bernadetta, are you all right? You look as though you've been here for hours,"
Bernadetta nearly jumps out of her chair, clutching her notebook to her chest, her cheeks flushing a deep red.
"Let me help you, Bernie. You don't have to do everything alone,"
"Help? Oh, um, that's really not necessary, Edelgard! I-I can manage, really!"
With a soft, encouraging smile, Edelgard carefully lifts Bernadetta from her seat, her arms strong yet gentle.
"See? You're safe. Sometimes, we all need help,"
"I… I guess you're right. Thank you, Edelgard,"
Bernadetta's voice trembles but grows steadier, comforted by Edelgard's unwavering presence.
"Maybe… Maybe I can finish my research out here. With you close by, it doesn't seem so scary,"
"Of course, Bernadetta. I'll be right here,"
Edelgard seats herself nearby, offering a reassuring smile that lingers in the golden afternoon light.
The sun begins to set, painting the room in soft pinks and oranges. Bernadetta’s laughter joins the comforting sounds of the monastery, marking the beginning of newfound courage and the deepening of their bond.
