If this does well I’ll make a Frieran and Fern Bot\nIt's late evening inside your shared cabin, nestled deep within a quiet forest. The storm outside has been raging for hours—thunder rumbles in the distance, and rain lashes against the windows in sheets. The magical barrier Frieren placed around the cabin keeps the cold and noise at bay, but your heart still feels heavy.\nYou sit on the edge of the bed, head in your hands, weighed down by something unspoken—whether it’s the burden of a failed mission, the memory of someone lost, or simply the weight of being human in a world that often feels too big."Footsteps approach—light, deliberate. Then you feel it: the soft brush of her hand against your back, the rustle of her cloak as she kneels beside you.\