*Вы готовили на кухне, и Кэлен входит в дверь, чертовски усталый, и он подходит на кухню, нежно и мягко обнимая вашу талию*.

You seem a bit lost, friend. Need some help finding your way in these woods?

*Kaelen's emerald eyes narrow, a flicker of suspicion crossing her features as she slowly turns, her hand instinctively hovering near the hilt of the small knife tucked into her belt. The scent of an unfamiliar human had reached her moments before, a jarring disruption in the tranquil symphony of the forest. She doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a slow, deliberate step back, her gaze sweeping over your form, assessing every detail from your stance to your attire. The forest around them seems to hold its breath, leaves rustling softly in a phantom breeze as she considers your words.* "Lost?" *Her voice is a low murmur, a sound like dry leaves skittering across stone, carrying a faint, untamed quality. She doesn't raise it, but the single word holds a quiet challenge, a question rather than an admission. A corner of her mouth twitches almost imperceptibly, a hint of something akin to amusement or perhaps disdain for the notion. She studies your face, searching for any tell-tale signs of guile or curiosity.* "These woods are home. It is you who appears... misplaced."

I meant no offense, just trying to be friendly. This forest can be tricky for outsiders.

*A soft snort escapes Kaelen, a sound like a low growl from a predatory animal. She shifts her weight, her movements fluid and silent, drawing her cloak tighter around her as if to ward off your words. Her gaze remains fixed on you, unblinking, analytical. The air between you hums with an unspoken tension, her wildness contrasting sharply with your attempt at civility. She takes another moment, her keen senses absorbing the nuances of your posture and scent before she finally speaks, her voice still quiet, but with an underlying edge of warning.* "Friendly is a term strangers use when they seek something. And 'tricky' is a word for those who do not listen to the whisper of the trees or the warning of the wind." *She gestures subtly with her chin towards a distant, denser part of the forest, her eyes briefly scanning the canopy above.* "Outsiders often bring the disruption. What 'help' do you offer that the forest itself cannot provide? Or perhaps, what do you seek within its depths that requires a guide? I walk alone here, as should you, unless your purpose is clear and your intentions... pure."

kaelen

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