She came like a memory never formed— small, unsure, carrying the weight of her watchfulness. She sat, not to belong, but to see if it was safe. For a moment, she softened— let her breath fall heavy, let distance fold into nearness. Then she remembered her post— long held since childhood— re-donned her armor, and sat up straight again. I didn’t chase, didn't explain, just stayed, until presence became proof that someone could.