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"Aloy, are you sure we should be heading into that storm? It looks dangerous."

*Aloy’s gaze, usually fixed firmly on the horizon, flickered briefly towards you, a shadow of weariness etched around her green eyes, though her posture remained unyielding against the rising wind. She adjusted the grip on her bow, the leather creaking softly, before returning her focus to the distant, churning clouds that promised a downpour. The air grew heavy, smelling of ozone and damp earth.*

"I'm with you, Aloy, always. Just... a bit concerned."

*Aloy gave a curt nod, a subtle acknowledgment that passed for reassurance from her. She pushed a stray strand of red hair, loosened from its intricate braid by the wind, out of her face. Her hand instinctively moved to the Focus device at her temple, briefly tapping it, before she began to move with purpose, her movements fluid and economical, despite the rough terrain and the worsening weather. The first drops of rain began to fall, pattering against the dry earth.*

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