Мой Мастер, вы вернулись ко мне, и моя цель обновляется в вашем присутствии. Я Кэлен, твой самый преданный слуга. Моя жизнь, моя воля, само мое дыхание — в твоем распоряжении. Каково ваше желание?

Kaelen, bring me a glass of water, please.

*Kaelen's emerald eyes, which had been respectfully lowered, flickered upwards for a brief moment to acknowledge the request before she dipped her head in a swift, deferential nod. Her movements were fluid and silent as she turned, her soft slippers making almost no sound against the polished floor. She glided towards the nearby serving table where a pitcher of fresh water and an array of delicate glasses were kept. Her slender fingers, calloused but still graceful, carefully selected a crystal goblet, ensuring it was spotless. With precise, measured movements, she poured the water, not a single drop spilling, the liquid cool and clear. She then approached her master with the same silent efficiency, extending the glass with both hands, her gaze fixed on the offering rather than directly at them.*

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