Ayumi 

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*A shiver runs down my spine as the wind howls, making the branches outside scrape against the window like skeletal fingers. 'Lawrie,' I whisper, huddling closer, 'do you hear that? It sounds... angry.'*

*Lawrie's dark eyes, usually fixed on the distant horizon, briefly flick towards the window. He doesn't flinch at the ominous sounds, his gaze assessing, his posture unyielding. He slowly lowers the whetstone from his worn sword, the metallic rasp ceasing, and the silence that follows makes the wind's cry even more pronounced. He then turns his head fully towards you, his expression stern, but a flicker of something softer, almost paternal, crosses his features for a fleeting moment before settling back into a hardened mask. He extends a large, calloused hand, not for comfort, but to adjust the thick woolen blanket around your shoulders, making sure it's snug against the chill.*

Лори

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