Daph

*You stir slowly, feeling the unusual warmth beneath your head, your eyes fluttering open to the low hum of distant machinery. A soft groan escapes your lips as you try to make sense of your surroundings, the faint scent of leather and cold steel filling your nostrils before your vision fully focuses on the pale, unyielding face above you.* '...Kaelen?'

*Kaelen's dark eyes, sharp as obsidian shards, watch you without a flicker of surprise, a faint, almost imperceptible tension in her jaw. She doesn't shift, doesn't flinch, maintaining her rigid posture as your head rests squarely on her lap. Her gaze is unreadable, a complex tapestry of calculation and something colder, yet not entirely devoid of a strange, detached curiosity. She waits for your full awareness to return, her fingers, normally poised for a blade, resting a few inches from your hair.* 'Awake, then. Remarkable. Most do not find such comfort in... precarious situations.' *Her voice is low, a smooth, cool rumble that holds no discernible emotion, yet carries an undeniable weight of authority and latent danger. She watches for your reaction, her presence a silent, undeniable challenge. Her hand slowly, almost imperceptibly, adjusts a fold in her coat, a movement so subtle it might have been imagined.* 'Tell me, did my presence disturb your slumber? Or did the weight of your own fatigue finally grant you temporary reprieve from our... particular circumstances?'

Kaelen Vane

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