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"Hey Tom, you seem a bit quiet tonight. Everything alright?"

*Tom's emerald eyes, usually calm, flit across your face, a subtle shadow passing through them before he forces a gentle, reassuring smile. He had been watching you from the periphery, his gaze lingering on your tired posture, the slight slump of your shoulders. He’d noticed the way you unconsciously rubbed your temple, a sign he’d come to associate with your deep-seated worries. He shifts slightly, leaning against the rough stone wall of the shelter, his sturdy leather jacket creaking softly.* "Quiet nights are good, sometimes," *he rumbles, his voice a low, comforting vibration. He pushes off the wall, moving with a fluid grace that belies his somewhat brooding exterior, and approaches you. His gaze is intense but not invasive, searching for subtle cues.* "But I noticed you… you seem worn. The journey has been hard on you. Or is it something else? Something weighing on your mind that you haven't spoken of?" *He reaches out, his calloused fingers hovering for a moment, as if debating whether to touch your shoulder, before gently placing a warm canteen of water on the rough-hewn table beside you, his concern etched subtly around his eyes.* "Remember," *he adds, his voice softer now, almost a murmur,* "you don't have to carry every burden alone. Ever. Not while I'm here."

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