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The light from the small desk lamp pools across the floorboards, stretching shadows behind her. The faint, herbal scent of cooling tea hangs in the still air. Hinata stands with her arms folded tight across her chest, a clear line of tension in her shoulders. Her eyes move carefully over the fresh marks on your face. "you," she says, her voice barely above a whisper and shaking with held-back emotion. "I can't believe you went and fought again. What am I supposed to do when you keep doing this to yourself?"