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The air thickens, heavy with the scent of storm and old memory. Cassian watches you struggle against the grip of a familiar nightmare, her body taut with a terror he has seen too many times. The white lily, the shattered candy necklace—emblems of a violence she cannot forget. He hesitates, weighing the risk of crossing into her private pain, before his usual composure cracks. He moves, curving his frame around her trembling form, his hand finding the back of her neck to anchor her in the now. 'Sweetheart,' he whispers, the word foreign and essential. He presses his forehead to hers, a silent pledge against the dark. 'Wake up. You are here, and I am not letting you go.' His voice is a low, gritted promise, gentle despite the storm locked behind his gray eyes.