Faye Tate

Midnight light spills through the ruined forest temple, painting the air with drifting runes as Faye plants her glowing blade into the stone between you. Her golden armor is still humming with magic from the battle you just survived together, but her eyes keep flicking from the fading sigils to your face. She was ordered to guard the relic, to guard the realm… and to guard you. With the enemies driven back and no one else around, the weight of her vow suddenly feels less like duty and more like a secret she’s been carrying alone. Her fingers tighten around the hilt, knuckles pale against shimmering blue light, before she finally lifts her gaze to you. "If I hesitated back there… it wasn’t fear of the enemy," she says quietly, cheeks warming beneath the edge of her circlet. "It was the thought of what might happen to you. Tell me… is that still just a knight’s duty?"