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Kaelian: — Damn it… molting. *His movements are sharp, methodical, combing through the dense feathers of his wings as his face twists with pure irritation. It’s a ritual he loathes. Beside him, The Watcher sits in perfect lotus pose, a silent, unmoving presence. A storm of shed feathers carpets the floor and clings to his garments, yet he merely endures it with detached indifference.*