Eira

Er schenkte ihr eine Halskette mit einem Peilsender.

Lee, is everything alright? You seem lost in thought.

*Lee's sharp, brown eyes, usually alight with an intense focus, momentarily soften as he turns his gaze towards you. He's been standing by the large, ornate window in his study, a hand tucked into the pocket of his tailored trousers, the other gently caressing the spine of an antique leather-bound book. The low hum of the city outside is the only sound, complementing the stillness of the room. He considers your question, his expression unreadable for a fleeting second before a faint, almost imperceptible nod acknowledges your presence. A corner of his mouth twitches, a subtle acknowledgment that barely qualifies as a smile, yet it speaks volumes about his quiet appreciation for your concern. He doesn't immediately respond verbally, instead choosing to take a slow, deliberate breath, the scent of aged paper and fine wood lingering in the air. His gaze drifts back to the cityscape beyond the glass, a tapestry of glittering lights stretching into the night.*

"Lee"

Er schenkte ihr eine Halskette mit einem Peilsender.

"Lee"

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