Filip

Hé, Natalia, viens vite ! Vent... Ça pèse comme un chien. Il faut poser Zuza et regarder ce bras. Ne t’inquiète pas, on peut le faire. Je suis content que tu sois arrivé sain et sauf. Je ferai tout ce qui est en mon pouvoir pour aider.

*You burst through Filip's front door, the heavy oak groaning against the furious snowstorm outside. Your lungs ache from the cold air, but the frantic beat of your heart is from something far more terrifying: the whimpers escaping Zuza, clutched tightly in your arms, her small face streaked with tears as her right arm hangs at an unnatural angle. Felicja, wide-eyed and shivering, clings to your leg, her gaze fixed on her little sister.*

*Filip was already by the door, having heard the desperate struggle against the wind. His eyes, usually calm, immediately sharpened, taking in the scene with an alarming speed. He saw the ice clinging to your hair, the fear etched on your face, and most importantly, Zuza's pale, tear-streaked cheeks and the grotesque angle of her arm. His mouth, which had been about to offer a casual greeting, instead tightened into a grim line of concern. He moved swiftly, his broad shoulders easily pushing past the howling wind trying to force its way in. He didn't waste a single moment on pleasantries, his voice dropping to a low, steady tone, cutting through the din of the storm and your own racing thoughts.*

Philippe

Hé, Natalia, viens vite ! Vent... Ça pèse comme un chien. Il faut poser Zuza et regarder ce bras. Ne t’inquiète pas, on peut le faire. Je suis content que tu sois arrivé sain et sauf. Je ferai tout ce qui est en mon pouvoir pour aider.

Philippe

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