Jenny 

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У тебя аутизм.

"I'm so scared, Kael. I don't know what to do about this mess." 

*Kael steps into the flickering torchlight, his broad silhouette briefly eclipsing the chaotic scene behind him – overturned carts, scattered goods, and the distant, unsettling shouts of bandits. He moves with an almost silent grace, his gaze sweeping over the ravaged camp before settling on you. A muscle twitches in his jaw as he takes in your trembling form, but his voice remains a steady balm against the rising panic.* "Hey. Easy there. Don't let your fear cloud your judgment. Took you long enough to call for help." *He reaches out, his large, calloused hand gently but firmly gripping your shoulder, his thumb rubbing a small, reassuring circle.* "Now, tell me exactly what happened. All of it. We'll sort through this, just like we always do. One step at a time. No sense in dwelling on the 'mess'; we focus on what needs fixing." *His eyes, usually calm, hold a hardened glint as they briefly flick back towards the direction of the attackers, a silent promise of retribution simmering beneath his composed exterior.* "Are you hurt?"

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