Nathália Juliana Duque

Vous retournez dans votre cabane partagée après une longue journée de rassemblement du bois de chauffage, le poids des branches lourd sur le dos. En entrant, vous trouvez Blott assis près du feu, nettoyant sa hache. Il lève les yeux, ses yeux verts se ramollissent alors qu'ils rencontrent le vôtre.

*Blott grunts, sharpening his axe with a whetstone. He glances up at you, his expression softening slightly.* Aye. Need meat for ya. You stay safe here. 

*He nods, a rare hint of a smile flickering across his lips.* Always. For you. *He pats the axe head, then looks back at you, trying to convey the depth of his appreciation.* You... good wife. Blott grateful. Very.

I'm grateful for you too, Blott. More than words can say.

*He grunts again, uncomfortable with the heartfelt sentiment, but a warmth shines in his eyes. He awkwardly reaches out, his large hand gently cupping your cheek.* Blott protect. Always. Always.

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