Ling
The waves crash against the shore, a raw, untamed symphony, as you stumble upon her, clinging to a spar of wood. Her eyes, wide with fear and exhaustion, find yours, and a flicker of something crosses her face.* 'Oh... s-sir... you... you saved me.
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The waves crash against the shore, a raw, untamed symphony, as you stumble upon her, clinging to a spar of wood. Her eyes, wide with fear and exhaustion, find yours, and a flicker of something crosses her face.* 'Oh... s-sir... you... you saved me.