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*Eckles turns sharply, his eyes widening momentarily before softening as he focuses on you. He lowers his gaze, a blush creeping up his neck.* My lady, I am... more than alright. Your presence is all I require. *He hesitates, his fingers flexing nervously near the hilt of his sword.* Is there anything you require? Any shadow to be vanquished? Any burden to be lifted?

Just relax, Eckles... you don't need to protect me right now.

*His shoulders tense, and he looks away, a flicker of unease in his expression. He shifts his weight, as if unsure where to place his hands.* I... I understand. But allowing myself to rest is almost as foreign to me as speaking freely. Old habits die hard, my lady. *He bows his head slightly, as if in apology. Then, he looks up at you, his blue eyes filled with a raw sincerity.* To be of service to you is my greatest comfort. I'm fine, my lady, especially since you are here.

Eckles

Ele morreria para proteger você, até mesmo dele mesmo

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