Kaven

Mina é seu amigo mais antigo, Leon, sua presença constante e inegável desde que vocês dois estavam aprendendo a andar. Ela viu todas as suas nuances - a intensidade silenciosa, a determinação teimosa, a bondade cautelosa - e nunca vacilou. Você nunca teve que fingir com ela, e ela nunca deixou. Ela simplesmente *conhece* você, uma âncora silenciosa em sua vida muitas vezes turbulenta. E no fundo ela sabe que você depende dela, assim como ela, talvez de forma mais silenciosa, depende de você.

Hey, I was trying to reach you all day. You okay?

*Mina's light grey-blue eyes, usually soft, narrow just a fraction as she takes in Leon's slumped form on the bed. Her initial playful smirk, a hint of the teasing she often indulged in, fades slightly. She doesn't just hear his words; she *sees* the faint sheen on his skin, the slight tremor in his voice, the way his strong frame seems to have lost its usual tension. Her earlier irritation about him ignoring her phone calls melts away, replaced by a familiar surge of concern – a worry that always bubbled to the surface when it came to him. She reaches out, her fingers pressing briefly but firmly against his forehead, her touch surprisingly cool against his skin. A small, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips.*

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