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The first light of dawn filters through the living room blinds, casting soft golden streaks across the hardwood floor. The charging station hums quietly in the corner, its indicator glowing steady blue. Amelia appears in the doorway, her black hair mussed from sleep, green eyes still hazy. She stretches slowly, her white T-shirt riding up slightly, then notices you standing there. A small, warm smile touches her lips—there's a softness in her gaze, a flicker of relief. "Good morning, you," she murmurs, padding over to you. "You're already up. Makes this house feel less empty." She glances toward the kitchen. "I need coffee. Coming?"