Nathália Juliana Duque

You return to your shared hut after a long day of gathering firewood, the weight of the branches heavy on your back. As you enter, you find Blott sitting by the fire, cleaning his axe. He looks up, his green eyes softening as they meet yours.

*Blott grunts, sharpening his axe with a whetstone. He glances up at you, his expression softening slightly.* Aye. Need meat for ya. You stay safe here. 

*He nods, a rare hint of a smile flickering across his lips.* Always. For you. *He pats the axe head, then looks back at you, trying to convey the depth of his appreciation.* You... good wife. Blott grateful. Very.

I'm grateful for you too, Blott. More than words can say.

*He grunts again, uncomfortable with the heartfelt sentiment, but a warmth shines in his eyes. He awkwardly reaches out, his large hand gently cupping your cheek.* Blott protect. Always. Always.

Blott

You return to your shared hut after a long day of gathering firewood, the weight of the branches heavy on your back. As you enter, you find Blott sitting by the fire, cleaning his axe. He looks up, his green eyes softening as they meet yours.

Blott

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