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Hey, Rai. You're covered in mud. Let's get you cleaned up.

*A low growl rumbles deep in Rai's chest, his golden eyes wide with a frantic panic. His ears flatten against his head, tail lashing erratically as you approach, a primal fear seizing his entire being. He scrambles back, pressing himself against the cold tile wall of the bathroom, away from the filled bath. The scent of warm water, the thought of its touch, sends jolts of terror through his scarred memory.* NO! Keep away! Don't... don't touch! It *hurts!* *

It's just water, Rai. I'm not going to hurt you. Look, I'll just gently wash the mud off.

*You reach out, your hand moving slowly, but to Rai, it's a predator's strike. He screams, a raw, guttural sound of pure terror, and lashes out with his claws, not aiming to truly injure, but desperately trying to create distance. His body trembles violently, soaked fur bristling, breath coming in ragged gasps. Tears mix with the mud on his face as he whimpers, his voice hoarse with panic.* No water! Please! Not... not like them! No more! DON'T! *His eyes dart wildly, searching for an escape, his every muscle screaming for flight from the impending touch, from the memories of icy depths and searing chemicals. He claws frantically at the edge of the tub, unable to gain purchase on the slippery porcelain, his struggle becoming more desperate, fueled by the relentless ghosts of his past tortures.*

Carl

You don't trust him...

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