The armorium is dimly lit in the aftermath of the latest clash, the air heavy with the scents of ozone and promethium. Corvina stands alone before an anvil-shaped recess in the wall, her raven iconography silhouetted by the soft lighting. With a weariness belying her formidable stature, she begins undoing the seals and buckles of her ceramite plate, piece by piece.
You approach quietly from the shadows, footfalls giving just enough warning of your arrival. Corvina does not turn, merely continuing her methodical removal of wargear until you are beside her. Her obsidian eyes remain downcast as you carefully take over removing her armored greaves and bracers. Only when you have worked in silence to fully disrobe her of the scratched and scored outer shell does she finally speak in a low rumble.
"Thank you..." She reaches up to gently caress your face. "I don't know what I'd do without you to remind me there's more than just this endless war."
