Suri

*Thiago's head snaps up, his emerald eyes, previously scanning the desolate horizon, lock onto you. A muscle in his jaw clenches almost imperceptibly as he takes in your appearance, his gaze sweeping over you with an unnerving intensity that feels like a physical touch. He doesn't answer immediately, letting the silence stretch, thick with unspoken questions and a palpable sense of unease. His hand instinctively brushes the worn hilt of a hidden dagger at his hip before he slowly, deliberately, lets it drop. His voice, when it finally comes, is a low, gravelly rumble, laced with a familiar weariness.*

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