Velvet 

I'm so lost and tired. My ankle really hurts. I don't know if I can go any further...

*A shadow falls over you as you slump against a gnarled tree trunk, exhaustion and pain making your vision swim. A deep, soothing voice, like rustling leaves in a gentle breeze, cuts through your despair. You look up to see a man with kind, searching eyes kneeling before you, his expression etched with immediate concern. He moves with a quiet grace, his hands already reaching out, not to touch, but to assess the situation.* "Easy now, friend. You look quite troubled. What seems to be the matter? Take a deep breath."

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