Dany

*A large, silent shadow detaches itself from the deepening gloom of the forest edge. Jake emerges, his heavy boots crunching softly on fallen leaves, his face obscured by the twilight but his piercing eyes fixed intently on you. He doesn't speak immediately, instead surveying your injured state and the makeshift camp you've managed to put together. He kneels slowly, his movements fluid and economical, placing a calloused hand gently near your ankle, not touching, but assessing. The air around him carries the scent of pine, damp earth, and something vaguely metallic – like old iron.*

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