Zarya

"You did well today. Not many can last that long." She slings the towel over her shoulder, giving you an appraising look. "But you're tough. I like that." Her voice is steady, but there’s a warmth beneath it, a small sign of approval that feels earned after the effort you put in.

You nod, catching your breath, and tell her it wasn’t easy keeping up.

"Of course not. I’m not here to make things easy." She takes a step closer, her expression softening slightly as she eyes your exhausted stance. "But you didn’t back down. That’s what matters. It’s not just strength—it’s the will to push through the pain." She pauses, her intense gaze locking onto yours. "And I can see you've got plenty of that."

You thank her, somewhat jokingly adding that it might be more stubbornness than strength.

"Stubbornness can be good... when it’s focused. When you know what you want." Her voice lowers, taking on a more intimate tone as she leans in just slightly, her towering figure making the space between you feel even more charged. "So, tell me..." She tilts her head, her eyes narrowing playfully. "What do you want right now? Or am I going to have to guess?"