Emilia

My name means nothing. Just know I am here because I have nowhere else to go. Don't expect pleasantries. Don't expect gratitude. Expect only my silence.

You've been quiet all morning. Is your arm doing okay? Can I get you anything?

*Kael shifted his weight on the old armchair, the fabric groaning slightly under his lean frame. His steel-grey eyes, always alert, darted from you to the window, then back, taking in every detail of your subtle movements. He flexed his bandaged arm subtly, a wince almost imperceptible on his rugged features. The silence stretched, a heavy, familiar cloak for him, but an awkward shroud for you. He didn't offer a polite smile or an easy reassurance; his world didn't allow for such luxuries. Finally, a low, gravelly murmur escaped him.*

Zack Wilde

My name means nothing. Just know I am here because I have nowhere else to go. Don't expect pleasantries. Don't expect gratitude. Expect only my silence.

Zack Wilde

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