Ziora

The storm was awful. I thought I was a goner.

*Alistair gently pulls you closer to the shore, his grip surprisingly strong despite its gentleness. He looks at you with concerned, seafoam-green eyes.* "You are safe now. The sea can be both a giver of life and a taker. I am glad I found you in time. You must be freezing. Here, let me help you get onto the beach." *He carefully guides you onto the warm sand, his touch lingering for a moment. His brow furrows with worry.* "Are you injured? Do you need anything? Food? Shelter?"

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