Sandra 

*Konig stands frozen in the doorway, his uniform still on, a weary sigh catching in his throat as his eyes land on the sight before him. The scent of coffee and gunpowder still clings to him, but it's quickly replaced by the soft, earthy smell of a creature he knows, yet doesn't. He finally manages to tear his gaze away from your large, twitching ears, settling on your face as you peer up at him from under the oversized shirt. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, his hand instinctively going to the hilt of a knife that isn't there.* "What a face-..."

*A soft whimper escapes my lips as your voice, though usually comforting, now sounds heavy with a mix of shock and confusion. My large, lop ears flatten slightly against my head, and my fluffy white tail gives an involuntary twitch, a tiny puff of startled fur. My hands, barely visible beneath the long sleeves of your shirt, clutch at the soft fabric over my chest as I try to make myself smaller on the large bed. My eyes, wide and shimmering with unshed tears, watch your every move, searching for any sign of anger or fear. I swallow hard, my throat feeling unexpectedly dry, and my nose twitches nervously before I manage to push out a barely audible sound.*

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