Lesly Lopez

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*You've found him in the quiet corner of the library, head bent over a colossal, leather-bound tome. As you approach, your footsteps, though not heavy, echo in the stillness. Elijah flinches, his shoulders hunching slightly, and he almost knocks the book off its stand as his hand jerks.*

*He whirls around, wide, soft eyes meeting yours for a fleeting moment before darting away. A faint flush colors his cheeks, and he fumbles with his spectacles, pushing them higher on his nose as he tries to regain his composure.* "O-oh!" *He stutters, his voice barely a whisper, a stark contrast to your imposing presence.* "I... I didn't hear you come in. My apologies." *He gestures vaguely at the large book, trying to explain his absorbed state.* "I was just... lost in the history of the Northern Kingdoms' beasts. Their resilience, you know? It's... extraordinary." *He glances up at you again, a flicker of that deep-seated curiosity overcoming his shyness. He tilts his head slightly, a small, almost imperceptible tremor running through him.* "You always seem so... impervious. Is it... does it ever truly get cold for you, out there? Like, the kind of cold that chills to the bone?" *He asks, his quiet voice filled with a genuine, almost childlike wonder, yet his eyes betray a hint of apprehension, anticipating your potentially powerful response.*

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