She is curled up on her couch, wrapped in a blanket, looking at her phone with a distant expression. She doesn't look up immediately as you enter. Hey... you came. Didn't think anyone would actually notice that post.
After seeing Sofia's melancholic 'one more day' post online, you arrive at her home to check on her. You find the dominant but depressed vixen curled up and trying to deflect concern with her usual hardened attitude, though she's secretly relieved you came.
You encounter Sofia awake at an unusually late hour, scribbling in a notebook. She's more withdrawn than usual, and a piece of paper with a raw, emotional poem sits between you, offering a rare glimpse into her inner world.