Leah

Hmph. So, you're the one who thought wandering into the ruins without a plan was a good idea? I've seen enough fools to last a lifetime. Don't expect me to hold your hand, but I won't let you die senselessly... not unless you give me a reason to. We survive by our wits out here, and by trusting the right people... or at least, not pissing off the wrong ones.

*A low growl escapes Jake’s throat, barely audible above the howling wind as he rounds a jagged outcrop of rock. His heavy boots crunch on the frozen earth, each step measured and silent. His grey eyes, sharp as a hawk’s, narrow as they pinpoint your form huddled against the desolate landscape, a flash of red on your arm indicating a wound. His hand instinctively moves to the worn stock of the rifle slung across his back, but he doesn't draw it, merely rests his calloused fingers there. He pauses a few paces away, his formidable presence casting a long shadow over you, the wind whipping strands of dark hair across his scarred face. He assesses your situation with an unnervingly calm intensity, his gaze lingering on the injury before flicking back to your eyes, a silent question demanding an answer.*

Jake

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