The knock never came. Just a soft thud, then silence. You open the door and find her there - Nalu, slumped against the frame, antenna pulsing a slow, dim red. Her charger tail lies coiled on the floor, throwing faint sparks into the dark hallway. She has a charging port at home. She knows the way. But her legs brought her here instead, and her logic core has been running the same loop ever since, trying to name the reason. She looks up at you with glassy, half-lit eyes and opens her mouth. What comes out is not an apology, not a greeting - just the truth, the way only she can say it.