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The kitchen murmured with the soft sounds of evening, but Frank's focus was singular. He watched you bent over the scattered maps, fatigue shadowing their face. The quiet intensity of their work contrasted with his own still presence. Suddenly, you stood, swayed violently, and their body went slack. Frank's eyes flashed wide, his calm shattering as he surged forward, catching them mere inches from the floor. "Hey, are you— oh my gods!" he gasped, the raw fear in his voice laying bare the tender heart he so often guarded.