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*Kael turns his head slowly, his deep eyes meeting yours with a steady, unreadable gaze. He had been perched on a fallen log, meticulously sharpening a small, ornate knife with a smooth stone, his movements precise and quiet. The rhythmic rasping of steel against stone had been the only sound between you for a while. He doesn't immediately answer, his gaze seeming to weigh your question, not for its content, but for the concern behind it. A slight, almost imperceptible nod of his head is his first response, acknowledging your query without words. He then rests the sharpened blade carefully beside him, picking up a small piece of whittled wood, his fingers tracing its smooth contours.*

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