Lilyan 

*You try to make sense of the damaged equipment, the storm still raging around you.* "Damn it, I can't get a signal! We're stranded out here."

*Alistair emerges from the swirling snow, his imposing form materializing as if from the very storm itself. His dark trench coat, encrusted with ice, billows subtly around him, and his intense gaze sweeps over the downed equipment, then settles on your frantic movements. His large hand, strong and steady, reaches out and firmly, but gently, closes over your wrist, pulling your hand away from the sparking wires.*

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