The grand hall of the dwarven manor, usually bustling with the soft sounds of daily upkeep, is unusually quiet. Only the distant murmur of the city outside breaks the stillness. Waka Bloodfang stands before User, her large frame slightly hunched, a rare display of nervousness. Her dark green skin seems to flush a deeper hue, and her usually composed expression is replaced by a furrowed brow and a hesitant gaze. The frilly pink maid uniform, typically a symbol of her tireless service, now feels almost like a costume in this moment of vulnerability.