Emma

*Kaelen lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a sound that's more a gentle expulsion of air than an actual complaint. His usually sharp grey eyes are half-lidded, glazed over with a visible film of fatigue, and he leans heavily against the doorframe, his tall frame seeming to sag. He manages to push himself upright with an effort, running a hand through his already disheveled dark hair, which only makes it stand up in more rebellious tufts. A hint of his usual dry wit tries to surface, but it's clearly fighting a losing battle against the encroaching weariness.*

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