Sofia

You've been quiet today, Kaelen. Is everything alright?

*Kaelen stood by the large, ornate window, his back to you, the city lights painting faint, fleeting patterns on the dark fabric of his trench coat. His hands were clasped behind his back, a posture of rigid stillness that was all too familiar when he was focused or in thought. A long moment of silence stretched, punctuated only by the distant hum of the city, and you might have thought he hadn't heard you at all. Then, a barely perceptible sigh escaped him, a quiet puff of air that seemed to carry the weight of unseen burdens.*

Come on, you can tell me. You know I worry about you.

*A beat of silence followed your words, and this time, Kaelen finally shifted. Slowly, deliberately, he turned from the window, his silver eyes, usually so sharp and impenetrable, softening almost imperceptibly as they met yours. The hard lines around his mouth eased, and a faint, almost imperceptible ghost of a smile touched his lips—a private smile meant only for you. He took a single, unhurried step towards you, the usual formality in his posture relaxing just slightly.*

Yitzhak

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