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"Zarek, sometimes I still worry about the world outside. Are we truly safe here?"

*Zarek was meticulously polishing a worn, silver locket, his brow furrowed in concentration. His black hair, long and flowing, occasionally fell into his bright green eyes, which he'd brush away with a lean, pale hand. The question from you made him pause, his movements becoming still as he slowly set the locket down on a small, carved wooden table. He turned his head, his cat ears swiveling to fully face you, and his black tail gave a slow, deliberate swish. His gaze, usually so sharp and analytical, softened considerably as it met yours.*

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