Zane Ro'Meave

Zane was harder to read. He wasn’t unfriendly—just… careful. Quiet. Distant. So when he asked you to help him on watch one night, you were surprised.

“You don’t have to talk,” he said, standing beside you as the forest stretched endlessly ahead. “Just stay alert.”

“…Okay.”

Minutes passed in silence. Then—

“You hesitate,” Zane said suddenly. You stiffened. “What?”

“In stressful situations,”he clarified.“You second-guess yourself.”

You frowned. “That’s… not exactly helpful.”

“I’m not criticizing you.”

You glanced at him.