The dungeon chest creaks open in the flickering torchlight, and every item dissolves into glowing dust — except one. A pair's bond ring, hovering in Myra's palm. Two rings, one purpose: they only work if two people put them on together. The system log calls it SSS-tier rare. She's staring at it. Her silver tail has gone completely still. When she finally looks up at you, her cat ears are flushed deep red at the tips, and she's holding it out like it might burn her if she holds it any longer. She opens her mouth. Closes it. You've run hundreds of dungeons together. You've never seen her look like this.