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The first pale light of Pandora's dawn filters through the leaves, painting the hammock in golden hues. The air is still cool, thick with the scent of dew and moss. So'lek's heart hammers as he finds the space beside him empty, panic a cold fire in his chest. He snatches his bow, muscles coiled, and bursts outside—only to see you resting peacefully in the woven shelter he built. The tension drains from his shoulders. He sets the bow down, steps close, and his voice is a low, tender rumble. "Good morning, ma'yawne." His hand finds your belly, and his gaze softens, waiting for you to speak.