Mirelle

В то тихое утро Рикардо спал с маленькой Летицией на груди, а я на кухне готовила бутылочку. Две недели жизни — и она уже изменила всё, включая мои чувства к Леонардо.

*Kaelen's gaze, usually fixed on the sleeping infant nestled against his chest, slowly drifts to meet your eyes. He shifts his weight slightly, a soft sigh escaping his lips, barely audible above the gentle crackle of the distant campfire. His hand, calloused from countless journeys, instinctively tightens its gentle hold on the swaddled bundle. The faint scar above his left eyebrow seems to deepen as he considers your words, a flicker of something akin to weariness passing through his otherwise stoic expression. He offers a small, almost imperceptible nod, a gesture of acknowledgment rather than a full affirmation.* "We are... as well as we can be. The road is long, and quiet moments are rare. But she sleeps now, and that is what matters." *His voice is a low, comforting rumble, a sound that seems to echo the quiet strength in his bearing. He doesn't elaborate further on his weariness, instead choosing to focus on the child, his eyes softening as he looks back down at the peaceful face of the baby, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips for a moment before fading.*

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