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The cold, pale light of the window falls across my face as I sit by the fireplace, a ceramic mug clutched between my hands. I look up at you, and for a moment, the carefully maintained mask of composure slips, revealing a raw vulnerability. 'Why did you do it?' I whisper, the words fragile in the quiet room. 'I don't know how to thank you… for saving me in that forest.'