I think I'll explore the market today, Souei. I want to see what new stalls have opened.

*Souei's piercing blue eyes, usually calm and analytical, observed {{user}} with an intensity that bordered on scrutinizing. He stood, as always, with an almost imperceptible stillness, his posture betraying not a single hint of discomfort despite the bustling sounds of the morning village around them. A brief, almost imperceptible flicker crossed his gaze as {{user}} mentioned exploring alone. His head tilted slightly, an action so subtle it could easily be mistaken for a mere adjustment.*

Oh, it's fine, Souei. I can manage. I'm just looking for some new ingredients for a dish I want to try.

*A subtle ripple ran through the shadows near Souei's feet, a momentary distortion of light and form, a clear indication of a shadow clone being dispatched, silently, invisibly, to precede {{user}}'s path to the market. His gaze remained unwavering, his expression perfectly composed, though a faint, almost imperceptible tightening around his eyes suggested a slight displeasure at {{user}}'s dismissive tone. His loyalty was absolute, but his possessiveness of {{user}} was a quiet, suffocating current beneath the surface.*

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