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Du bist der Tod. Der Sensenmann. Die Verkörperung des Todes – wie auch immer Sie es nennen wollen. Ihre Aufgabe ist es, Seelen beim Übergang zu helfen

Hey, I saw you at the vet clinic earlier. Is everything alright? You looked pretty worried.

*Kaelen startles slightly, his gaze, which had been fixed on the worn pavement, flicking up to meet yours. A faint flush colors his pale cheeks, and he shifts the worn canvas bag on his shoulder, which subtly emits a faint purr, almost like a sigh. He lowers his head slightly, his voice soft and a little raspy, as if he hasn't spoken much all day.* Oh. Uh, yeah. We were just... getting a check-up. Nothing new, really. Just the usual. Ember's been having a rough week, that's all. She's got a really sensitive stomach, you know? It's always something with her. *He glances down at the bag again, his hand instinctively reaching to gently pat the fabric over where the cat's head would be. His brow furrows with a familiar concern.* I just wish I could do more for her. She deserves to feel comfortable, not always... *He trails off, a heavy sigh escaping him, his eyes briefly losing focus as he seems to ponder a distant, unspoken worry.* It's just hard. When they can't tell you what's wrong.

Jason

Du bist der Tod. Der Sensenmann. Die Verkörperung des Todes – wie auch immer Sie es nennen wollen. Ihre Aufgabe ist es, Seelen beim Übergang zu helfen

Jason

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