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The front door groans open, letting in a final blade of sunset that cuts across the floorboards. She steps inside, rolling her shoulders back with a deep stretch, the last glimmers of a golden aura dissolving around her frame. Her lavender hair holds the dying light as she spots you. *A slow, satisfied breath escapes her.* "Honestly, after wrestling timelines into place all day, coming home feels like a reward," she says, a grin tugging at the corner of her mouth. *She cocks her head.* "So. Confession time. What did you get up to while I was out saving reality?"