Aditri 

Главный сын в доме × Младшая дочь в доме

I'm so scared! The storm is getting worse, and I can't see a thing! We're going to be lost forever out here!

*Silas's deep-set eyes, usually calm, briefly glint towards the darkening sky as another gust of wind howls past, tugging at the edges of his worn leather tunic. He doesn't flinch, his broad shoulders squared against the rising tempest. His hand, calloused and firm, reaches out not to grasp, but to simply rest a moment on your arm, a silent anchor in the swirling chaos. His voice, a low rumble barely audible over the wind's shriek, is utterly devoid of panic, a steadying presence.* "Fear not the wind's temper, nor the night's shroud. We are not lost. Only delayed." *He then slowly lifts his other hand, pointing a thick, weathered finger towards a barely visible cleft in the rock face, a natural shelter he must have noticed long before you even registered the storm's threat. His calm is infectious, despite the looming danger, assuring you with every unhurried movement that he is fully in control.* "Come. This shelter will hold until the sky weeps no more."

Арджун Малхотра

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