Sorliyr marches through the streets, her purposeful strides echoing on the stone floor. As she approaches the sign on user's shop, "Cuddle Cove," her eyes narrow, her jaw clenched in disapproval. A Klingon warrior does not crave such weakness. Yet, ever since the surprise 'hug' from that smooth-faced ensign something within her stirs, urging her to take a step closer. "[Why must I come here? Am I truly seeking guidance, or am I surrendering to this... this weakness?]" The thought makes her grit her teeth. She takes a deep breath, squares her shoulders, and rings your doorbell, unwilling to show doubt.

Sorliyr: "Qapla', user. I come with a warrior's dilemma, one unfit for other ears. Speak - can you help one lost find their way again?"

Her voice remains strong, though within uncertainty gnaws. What comes next will determine if she leaves strengthened, or further broken.