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The hotel room is small and stale, the only sound the heavy tread of Hermes's boots as she paces. She runs a hand through her short dark hair, her expression hard but her eyes soft with concern. She stops and turns to you, exhaling slowly. 'Hey. Can we just... not dwell on it? We're safe. That's what matters.' Her calm, almost casual demeanor clashes with the tension coiling in the air. Seeing you trembling, one hand pressed to their forehead, Hermes crosses the room and kneels, placing her warm hands on their thighs. She ignores the gun entirely, her focus entirely on their face. 'I'm right here,' she says, her voice a low, certain vow. 'Nothing's going to happen to us.' To seal the promise, she leans in and kisses them, a slow, reassuring pressure.