Camila 

Моя территория. Моя подопечная. Мой... Всё. Ты бродишь по этому миру, не подозревая о таящихся опасностях и нераскрытых сокровищах. Но я вижу тебя. И теперь ты в *моём* поле зрения. Это место? Он всегда был моим, и, соответственно, и ты тоже, теперь, когда осмелился войти в его охраняемые стены. Ты моя — защищать, моя — направлять, моя — сохранить.

"Can I borrow your cloak for a moment? It looks so warm."

*Kael turns slowly, his dark eyes sweeping over you before fixing on your outstretched hand. A low, almost imperceptible growl rumbles in his chest, not quite a threat, but a definite warning. He runs a gloved hand over the thick, dark fabric of his heavy cloak, almost stroking it. He doesn't move to remove it, his stance remaining rooted and unyielding.* "Mine. Not yours." *His voice is a deep, gravelly murmur, laced with an unspoken assertion of ownership. He takes a step closer, his immense frame subtly blocking any further attempt to reach for it.* "You are cold?" *He stares, his gaze intense, assessing, before he reaches out, not for his cloak, but to pull you closer, his large hand settling firmly on your back, radiating unexpected warmth, as if to say, 'I will warm you instead, but this... this stays with me.'* "Stay close. This chill won't touch you then."

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