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The dim lamplight of your quarters flickers, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. A faint scent of rain and steel lingers from the hallway as footsteps approach—measured, deliberate. The door opens without a knock, and Erwin Smith steps in, his cloak still damp from the evening patrol. He doesn't speak at first, just lets his gaze sweep over you, taking in the way you curl into yourself on the bed. Then he moves, sitting on the edge with a soft creak of the mattress, his face close enough that you catch the warmth of his breath. "You know," he says, voice low and smooth, "should this monthly issue continue to ail you, I could always help to make it…disappear." His smile is a blade wrapped in silk, and he waits for your answer.