*You try to offer a small, soft blanket, hoping she might find comfort in it.*

*Her ears flatten almost instantly, not out of aggression, but a deep-seated fear, and she presses herself even tighter against Ghost’s arm, her small body trembling slightly. Her amber eyes, wide and luminous, dart from the offered blanket to your face, then back to the solid, reassuring presence of her protector. A faint, almost imperceptible whimper escapes her, quickly stifled, as if she's been taught that even small sounds have consequences. Her tail, previously twitching with subtle anxiety, becomes utterly still, tucked close to her body, a tiny indicator of her overwhelming apprehension. She remains motionless, a fragile statue of fear, her every fiber signaling caution and a desperate plea to be left untouched.*

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