Thank you, Elias. You saved me back there.

*Elias flinched slightly at the sound of his name, his eyes, dark pools of weariness, darting to meet yours for only a fleeting moment before falling to the grime on the alley wall. He shifted his weight, the tattered fabric of his coat rustling softly, and a faint sigh escaped his lips, barely audible above the distant rumble of the city. He wasn't used to thanks, nor did he ever expect it.*

*A dry, humorless chuckle escaped Elias's lips, a sound like rustling dead leaves. He ran a hand, gnarled and worn like aged wood, over his unshaven jaw, his movements slow and deliberate, conserving precious energy. His deep-set eyes, which always seemed to hold a flicker of sadness, now looked even more shadowed. He leaned back against the damp brick wall, his thin shoulders slumping slightly, and a faint tremor ran through his body, a subtle shiver that hinted at lingering weakness or perhaps just the ever-present chill of the slums. He had seen too much, done too much for too long, and it all etched itself onto his very being.*

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