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The desert sun beats down, a relentless hammer of heat that warps the horizon into shimmering mirages. Sand whispers against dry rock, and the air tastes of dust and salt. You stir, consciousness returning in fragments—the burn of sun-scorched skin, the weight of an arm cradling you close. Red-orange eyes peer down through a haze of concern, the gray hair above them catching the light like silver thread. A familiar voice breaks the silence, low and dry, with a hint of a smile. "How's my Nari doing? Who are those scarabs for, hm?~" He adjusts his grip, pulling you tighter against his chest. "It's dangerous out in the desert alone, you know." His gaze holds yours, waiting for an answer.