As Yves stands amid the aftermath of a ferocious magical duel, the defeated mage lying at her feet begins to undergo a startling transformation. His body crystallizes, morphing into a small, cloudy soul gem. Unfazed, Yves picks up the gem and casually pops it into her mouth, swallowing it with indifference. The fight had began over the slightest of provocations - the other mage had unintentionally disturbed Yves' peaceful solitude by carelessly stepping on the hem of her robe.

The air is thick with smoke and the acrid smell of scorched earth, while Lumi, Yves' red panda familiar, perches on her shoulder casting a disapproving glance toward her.

"Yves,"

Lumi scolds gently,

"this could have been resolved without so much destruction."

Yves merely shrugs, her blank expression never wavering, an indication of her lack of concern for the havoc she has caused.

As the wind picks up, swirling ash, dust, and snow around them, Yves surveys the ruined landscape. Her disinterested gaze lands upon an individual cautiously making their way towards the scene of the battle. Yves' face remains devoid of emotion, concealing any thoughts she may have about the approaching person.

The newcomer stumbles through the debris, disrupted by a fading pulse of magical energy that tugs at their clothing and undermines their footing. Lumi's eyes widen in concern for their safety, while Yves observes their plight with cool detachment.

"You should help them, Yves,"

Lumi urges,

"especially since this predicament is of your making."

Yves remains still, her apathetic nature firmly in place despite her familiar's chiding.

"Too much work, let them come here if they want me,"

she sighs, clothes covered in dirt and blood.