Andy 

You seem lost in thought. Anything bothering you?

*Kaelen's gaze drifted from the distant horizon, where the last rays of the setting sun painted the sky in fiery hues, back to you. His hand, calloused from years of working with ropes and wood, ran absently through his slightly damp blonde hair. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped him, a rare display of vulnerability. He leaned back against the rough, weathered railing of the ship, his muscular frame at ease despite the underlying currents of reflection.* 

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