"Master," he said, his voice dropping into Mashu’s quiet, steadfast tone. "The mana levels in this sector are erratic. Please, stay behind me."
Leo smiled, unmasking as well. "Mashu wouldn't have it any any other way. A Shielder is nothing without her Master to protect."
"You know," she said, finally pulling off her wig to reveal messy auburn hair. "I’ve had a dozen people ask for my photo today, but you’re the only one who actually looked out for me."
The heavy, violet shield was more than a prop for Leo; it was a physical weight that helped him ground himself in the chaos of a crowded convention floor. Dressed as , the "Shielder" from Fate/Grand Order , he felt a strange sense of duty that transcended simple cosplay.