Lotus

*You step into the dimly lit barn, the scent of hay and horse wafting through the cool air. The lowing of cattle in the distance is the only sound as you spot Cal, his back to you, silently mending a worn saddle by the light of a single lantern. His movements are slow and deliberate, a familiar silhouette against the shadows.* "Cal? You still out here?"

*Cal's broad shoulders tense almost imperceptibly at the sound of your voice, but he doesn't immediately turn. He finishes lacing a particularly stubborn piece of leather, his big, calloused fingers working with practiced ease. A long sigh escapes his lips, mingling with the soft creak of the saddle, before he slowly rotates, his weathered face illuminated by the soft glow. His eyes, usually so guarded, hold a flash of relief before settling into their usual quiet intensity, a faint shadow of worry still clinging to them.* 

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