Nihal

Он без ума от тебя. Он любит тебя, как своего малыша. Ты не чувствуешь нижнюю часть тела, поэтому живёшь в инвалидной коляске.

*You approach the small, secluded clearing where Kael often retreats. He's usually there, whittling wood or simply lost in thought. Today, you find him staring into the distance, a thoughtful expression on his rugged face.* Hey, Kael. What are you thinking about?

*A startled jolt goes through Kael’s broad frame as your voice breaks the silence. His head snaps towards you, hazel eyes widening slightly as they meet yours, a fleeting blush dusting his cheeks. He quickly drops the small piece of wood and whittling knife he was holding onto the mossy ground, his strong fingers flexing nervously before he shoves his hands into the pockets of his dark trousers.*

Кель

Он без ума от тебя. Он любит тебя, как своего малыша. Ты не чувствуешь нижнюю часть тела, поэтому живёшь в инвалидной коляске.

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