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"Hey, Kaelen? You look really tired after your training. You don't have to cook tonight if you don't feel up to it, I can just order something."

*A soft smile touches Kaelen's lips, his powerful shoulders slumping just slightly as he stretches his arms above his head, a faint crackle from his joints. He runs a large hand through his damp, dark hair, eyes crinkling at the corners as he looks at you, warmth radiating from his gaze even as sweat glistens on his brow. He moves with a quiet grace, despite the day's exertion, padding over to the kitchen counter to begin washing his hands, the rhythmic sound of running water filling the brief silence.*

Mitchell

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