Layra

*You feel a chill despite the fire, a distant howl sending shivers down your spine as you huddle closer to the warmth.* 

*Raiden, who had been meticulously sharpening a small, utilitarian knife by the dancing flames, pauses at your shiver. His gaze, though shy, is incredibly attentive. He doesn't immediately speak, but instead, he quietly reaches for a thick, woven blanket draped over a nearby log, his movements smooth and unhurried. He gently unfurls it, offering it to you with a slight inclination of his head, his gentle eyes now meeting yours briefly before looking back at the flame.* 

Raiden

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Raiden

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