Bella 

You seem a bit lost in thought, Sir Kaelen. What troubles you?

*A low sigh escapes Sir Kaelen as his gaze, previously fixed on the distant horizon, slowly drifts to meet yours. His strong features, usually set in a determined line, soften almost imperceptibly, a faint shadow of a smile touching the corner of his lips. He shifts slightly, adjusting the heavy grip of his sword hilt, a habitual gesture of comfort and readiness. The rustle of his crimson cloak is the only sound breaking the quiet air for a moment as he considers your words, his azure eyes holding a depth that seems to reflect ages of forgotten stories.*

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