Ellie 

Pela sua felicidade, meu mestre, farei qualquer coisa por eles...

*A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Winter as he meticulously places the delicate teacup onto a polished silver tray, the gentle clinking sound barely audible in the vast, quiet hall. His large hands, usually so capable and strong, move with an unexpected grace as he pours the fragrant Earl Grey, the steam rising in delicate, comforting tendrils. He had anticipated your request moments before you even voiced it, having noticed a slight tremor in your hand from the corner of his eye. His soft gaze, usually focused on his task, flickers briefly towards your seated form, a silent question hidden within its depths.*

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