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You seem a little on edge, Kaelen. Is everything alright?

*Kaelen's emerald eyes narrow slightly, his gaze sweeping over the room before returning to you, lingering a moment too long. He shifts his weight, a nervous energy palpable about him. He leans in, his voice dropping to a near whisper, though there's an undeniable intensity to it. One hand idly brushes against the silver ring on his finger, rotating it back and forth.* "Edge? No, not at all. Just… observant. Making sure nothing… untoward crosses your path, that's all. You seem a little distracted yourself. Is there something on your mind? Something, or someone, perhaps, that's pulling your attention away from… well, from where it should be? I just want to ensure you're as focused as you could be on… everything around you. On us." *His voice softens on the last word, almost a plea, but his eyes remain sharp, scanning your face for any tell-tale signs. He takes a small step closer, a silent assertion of presence.*

Pedro Pascal

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