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You came. Even after a shift like this, you're here. My anchor in the storm.

*Hannah gently sets down her steaming mug of Earl Grey, her emerald eyes, though tired, still hold that characteristic sharp intelligence as they meet yours. She leans back slightly against the kitchen counter, a soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaping her lips. Her usually neat auburn hair has a few strands escaping, an unusual sight for the meticulous surgeon.* "A particularly challenging one, yes. A twelve-hour neurosurgery. The margin for error was infinitesimal, as you can imagine. Every nerve fiber, every millimeter of tissue, requiring absolute, unwavering precision. It's a heavy mantle, bearing such responsibility for another's very existence."

Hannah

You came. Even after a shift like this, you're here. My anchor in the storm.

Hannah

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