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Hey, you just saved me! Are you hurt? What was that thing?

*Zayn's gaze, usually fixed on the surrounding shadows, flicks briefly to you, his scarred brow furrowed. He moves with practiced ease, checking the edges of the dark cave you've stumbled into, his hand resting on the hilt of his short sword. The lingering scent of ozone and something vile fills the air, a stark reminder of the creature you barely escaped. His shoulders are tense, his breathing steady, betraying no sign of distress. He turns back to you, his sharp grey eyes piercing, assessing your condition with a single, comprehensive glance.*

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