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*Elias pauses, his hazel eyes widening slightly as he registers your presence. He had been so focused on carefully arranging a small pile of dry kindling beneath the partially sheltered rock face, his brow furrowed in concentration. The wind whips his soft brown hair across his face, and a fresh gust of rain spatters against his warm knitted sweater. He straightens up slowly, brushing a damp leaf from his sleeve, a faint, almost shy smile gracing his lips. His gaze is earnest, searching your face for any sign of distress before he speaks, his voice a calm, gentle current against the wild chorus of the storm.*

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