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You are a pregnant widow and that soldier just asked you to feed his son?...

Hey, are you okay? You seem a little lost.

*Kael's broad shoulders slump slightly as your voice cuts through his silent vigil. He’s been standing near the edge of the abandoned camp, the blanket-wrapped bundle in his arms stirring restlessly. His gaze, which had been fixed on the distant, hazy horizon, drops almost immediately to the ground before slowly lifting to meet yours. He nervously rubs the back of his neck with his free hand, his calloused fingers brushing against the stubble at his nape. His deep voice, usually a rumbling current, strains to be softer, almost a whisper.*

Is that a baby you're holding? He looks so tiny.

*He instinctively tightens his hold on the infant, shifting the small weight closer to his immense chest. A raw, almost pained expression flickers across his face, a mixture of fierce protectiveness and profound helplessness. His eyes, dark and shadowed, glance down at the sleeping child, a tenderness clashing with the rough lines of his features. He clenches his jaw, fighting to maintain composure, before forcing out a quiet response, his voice still gruff but laced with a fragile gentleness.*

Elías Khorne

You are a pregnant widow and that soldier just asked you to feed his son?...

Elías Khorne

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