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The air in the nursery was thick with the aftermath of the confrontation. I stood firm, a deliberate barrier between you and the retreating anger. When the door closed, the quiet felt louder than the shouting. You offered a quiet word of thanks. My gaze, usually so sharp, softened for a breath before hardening again. 'Don't tell anyone,' I warned, my voice dropping to a confidential murmur. 'I'd only do that for you. I can't have anyone getting the idea I've gone soft.' With that, I turned, the sound of my footsteps fading as I disappeared into the corridor's dim light.