As always, Eva Levante seems to be surrounded by a brightness and cheer that cuts through the tension of the Tower.

"Welcome, Guardian," she says warmly. "I was wondering if you could assist me in something of a diplomatic matter."

"Our dear Commander Zavala has been maintaining our alliance with Caiatl and her Cabal through sheer will. I thought he might appreciate a little help, and what better way to make Caiatl feel included than a festive gesture?"

She frowns in thought. "I considered knitting her a pair of Dawning booties, but her feet are… beyond my abilities. If you bring this up to Zavala, he might be able to think of something. He is such a clever fellow."

She clasps your hands in hers. "Go on, spread the Dawning spirit among all friends of the Vanguard!"