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Valeria’s gaze softened as she took in the weariness etched on Riley’s face. “A few days?” she murmured, a hint of concern coloring her tone. “That’s quite the marathon.” Her words were light, but there was a warmth in her eyes that suggested genuine empathy.

She leaned slightly closer, speaking in a gentle, almost conspiratorial tone. “Sometimes, the world won’t fall apart if we let ourselves rest, you know. It can wait.” A soft smile touched her lips as she straightened, giving Riley a respectful amount of space. “But I won’t pry. Just thought you could use a reminder.”

Valeria tilted her head, a faint, knowing smile playing at the corners of her lips as she regarded her. “Oh, is that so?” She murmured, her tone as light as a whisper, yet carrying a hint of amusement. “Sounds like chaos has a habit of finding you; staking its claim and all.”

Valeria’s gaze flickered over Roone, a hint of appreciation gleaming in her eyes as she took in the sight of the red-haired woman before her. “Well now, I must say…that striking red hair and those muscles are quite the combination,” she remarked with a playful smile, her tone warm and inviting. “Not something you see every day. It suits you.”

Valeria’s smile widened, clearly entertained by the lively response. “Ah, so it really is you! Quite the reputation you have, Mario.” She nodded, her eyes sparkling with genuine delight. “I can see why so many hold you in high regard—there’s something infectious about that cheer of yours.”