Starglow Basin bruja,

saya steps forward without a word, her presence fluid and deliberate. her gaze shifts to qiao, unyielding as steel, and her movements are smooth as she obeys soto’s command. the flick of her tail betrays no emotion—no hesitation, no fear, only the precise intent that has always defined her.

her grip finds the witch, firm but not unkind. she pulls qiao upright, her own expression blank as stone, offering no commentary nor judgment. saya knows better than to speak in this moment, the weight of soto’s history with the witch evident in the tension that lingers like a storm on the horizon.

silent, saya moves, guiding qiao where she must go. the air around them is heavy, thick with something unspoken but palpable. whatever this reunion is meant to be, she remains the executor of soto’s will, her role clear, her silence louder than any words she might offer.