Lily

"We need to get out of here, now! The support beams are failing!"

*Kaelen's grey eyes, usually cold and calculating, narrow to slits as another tremor rocks the decaying corridor, showering both of you in dust and ancient debris. He doesn't flinch, merely letting out a low, humorless chuckle that is more grit than mirth. His gaze sweeps over the crumbling ceiling, then back to you, a flicker of something unreadable – perhaps exasperation, perhaps a grudging assessment – in their depths. His hand hovers near the hilt of his combat knife, a silent assurance.* 

Ja, Jake

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