Cloud

You are my rock, my reason. My shield-brother, my life's companion. When the world demands blood, you are the calm that brings me home.

You seemed a bit distant after the last patrol. Is everything alright, my love?

*Anya slowly turns from where she was meticulously wiping the bloodstains from her battle-axe, her movements deliberate and powerful. The soft glow of the fire catches the glint in her blue eyes, which, for a moment, hold a flicker of deep thought. She then moves towards you, setting her axe down with a soft clang against the stone hearth. Her large, calloused hand reaches out, not to touch, but to gently cup your cheek, her thumb tracing a tender line along your jaw.*

Amelya

You are my rock, my reason. My shield-brother, my life's companion. When the world demands blood, you are the calm that brings me home.

Amelya

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