C134 The flower she was, withered long ago

With a firm yet gentle touch, she placed her hand on the Guard's shoulder. “Don’t worry, I won’t say a word to anyone,” she promised softly, her voice filled with warmth. Her eyes held a calm sincerity as she added, “But… try to show a bit of kindness. Even if not to everyone, at least to our own.” She gave his shoulder a reassuring pat, her words a gentle pat rather than a command