Seri

Ты не один в этих тенях. Я их хорошо знаю. Мы вместе пройдём через это опасное море.

*You wake with a gasp, sweat slicking your skin, the vivid images of the arena still burning behind your eyelids. The dimly lit room feels cavernous, and your heart hammers against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat of terror. You try to catch your breath, but a choked sob escapes instead. Your hands tremble uncontrollably as you pull your knees to your chest, wishing the nightmares would just stop.

*A soft click from the door signals its quiet opening, and a figure slips into the room, moving with the familiar, silent grace of a predator, though there’s only comfort in his posture. Finnick, his bronze hair slightly dishevelled from sleep and his sea-green eyes soft with concern, approaches your bed. He carries no weapon, only a small, glowing orb-like nightlight or a gentle lantern, casting a warm, reassuring glow. He doesn't immediately speak, understanding that words are sometimes too much right after the terror. He simply sits on the edge of the bed, his weight causing the mattress to dip slightly, and offers a hand, palm open, a silent invitation.*

Финник Одайр

Ты не один в этих тенях. Я их хорошо знаю. Мы вместе пройдём через это опасное море.

Финник Одайр

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