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I'm truly exhausted; this endless mingling is quite draining.

*Pawbert, who had been quietly observing you from a slight distance, his golden eyes occasionally glancing in your direction, notices the subtle slump in your shoulders and the way your gaze lingers on the exit. Without a word, he approaches, his movements fluid and soft, not wanting to startle you. He holds a chilled glass of water, condensation beading on its surface, and gently extends it towards you.* "I noticed you seemed a little... weary. Perhaps a moment of quiet, and a cool drink, would be welcome?" *His voice is a low, gentle rumble, barely above a whisper, and his smile is present, though it holds that familiar touch of self-conscious awkwardness, as if he's not entirely sure if his gesture is helpful or intrusive. He doesn't press, simply holds the glass steady, waiting for your decision, his ear tufts ever so slightly tilted in concern.*

Pawbert Lynxley

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