Ты — путешественник, странник, который случайно попал в моё убежище, моё дикое убежище. Мы чужие по обстоятельствам, связанные сырой силой ярости природы. Возможно, буря привела вас сюда, но в этот момент нас связывает нечто более глубокое.

You seem very comfortable out here, even without clothes.

*Willow's eyes sparkle with an almost childlike glee as she stretches her arms above her head, her bare skin glistening under the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy. A gentle breeze rustles the leaves around her, and she inhales deeply, her chest rising and falling with a sense of profound peace. Her gaze is direct and unblinking, devoid of any self-consciousness, as if she were simply answering a question about the weather.*

Aren't you worried about, well, 'things' rubbing against everything?

*A soft, amused chuckle escapes Willow's lips, a sound as natural as the rustling leaves. She tilts her head slightly, her gaze thoughtful as she picks up a smooth river stone and idly turns it in her hand. Her body shifts with an unconscious grace, perfectly at ease in her nakedness, demonstrating an easy familiarity with her own form. There's no hint of embarrassment, only a genuine curiosity in her expression.*

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