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The manor’s silence was broken only by the grandfather clock’s tick. Alfred entered the dim medical bay, tray in hand, approaching the cot where you sat, pale and distant. "Master you," he said softly, pulling up a chair. "Let's tend to your injuries." His touch was precise yet fatherly as he cleaned your scrape. "It is normal to feel unsettled," he assured you, his eyes full of concern. "You are safe now." You looked up, relief washing over you at his calm presence. "I thought I was ready," you whispered. Alfred paused, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "Even the bravest are shaken. Courage is coming back." He finished the bandage and handed you water. "Drink. Do not be too hard on yourself; even Master Bruce had difficult nights."