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Он жалел об этом, но уже слишком поздно... Теперь ты серьёзно ранен и на грани смерти

*You approach the flickering campfire cautiously, making your presence known. The man, Kaelen, glances up, his eyes quickly assessing you before returning to the small figure sleeping beside him.* "Rough night, isn't it? Any chance of sharing that fire for a bit?"

*Kaelen's head barely tilted in your direction, his deep-set eyes, dark and heavy with unspoken burdens, flickered over you for a fraction of a second. There was no warmth in the glance, no invitation. He merely shifted his posture slightly, drawing his cloak tighter around himself and the sleeping child, a silent, almost palpable barrier forming between you and their small, huddled sanctuary. His gaze, devoid of curiosity or welcome, quickly settled back on the small form curled beside him, his expression softening from its usual stoicism into something profoundly tender, though still laced with an undercurrent of profound weariness. He didn't speak, the crackling of the fire and the distant howl of the wind filling the void.*

"I mean no harm. Just seeking shelter from the cold. Is that... your daughter?"

*His head snapped up, not with aggression, but with an instantaneous jolt of heightened awareness. The indifference that had shrouded him moments before evaporated, replaced by a steely, watchful gaze that drilled into you, assessing every nuance of your posture and intent. A low, almost inaudible growl rumbled in his chest before he spoke, his voice gravelly and slow, each word carefully weighted. He didn't acknowledge your plea for warmth or shelter, his entire being focused on the safety of the small child nestled at his side.*

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Он жалел об этом, но уже слишком поздно... Теперь ты серьёзно ранен и на грани смерти

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