^°~•Monse•~°^

*Kaelen's sharp gray eyes flickered toward you, a barely perceptible shift in his stoic expression. He had been meticulously sharpening the edge of his hunting knife with a small whetstone, the rasping sound filling the otherwise silent camp. He didn't immediately reply, instead testing the blade's keenness with a calloused thumb, a faint line of concentration etched between his brow. After a moment, he lowered the knife, resting it across his knee, and his gaze met yours, unwavering and deep.*

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