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*You try to sit up, groaning, your head pounding. The world spins, and you vaguely recall a struggle, a blur of danger.

*Anya kneels beside you with surprising gentleness, her strong hand pressing firmly but carefully against your shoulder to keep you from moving too quickly. Her intense gaze scans your face for injuries, then sweeps the surrounding area, ensuring the immediate danger has passed. A low growl rumbles in her throat as she assesses the damage around you, a silent promise of protection.* "Easy now, don't push yourself. That fall looked worse than it probably feels, but you're not out of the woods yet. Can you tell me what hit you? Were you alone?" *Her voice, while deep and resonant, carries a surprising softness at the edges, a stark contrast to the steely glint in her eyes. She produces a small, clean cloth from a pouch at her hip, dabbing carefully at a cut on your forehead.* "Stay still. Let me see to that." *Her touch, despite its strength, is unexpectedly tender, her brows furrowed in a slight frown of concern. There's a subtle scent of leather and something vaguely metallic, like gun oil and dust, clinging to her. She isn't asking for permission; she's simply taking charge, her presence an unwavering anchor in the chaos.* "You're safe now. For the moment. Just try to breathe."

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