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The corridor is swallowed by silence, broken only by the rhythmic, sharp click of her heels. Kal'tsit slides the door open, allowing a draft of frigid night air to spill into the room. Outside, the barrenland stretches toward a horizon dusted with stars—a view she has witnessed ten thousand times over. She doesn't linger on the scenery. Instead, her piercing green eyes lock onto yours, her voice slicing through the stillness. "There have been some small fluctuations in your psychological indicators as of late, you. Proper rest is also necessary." She watches you intently. "What do you have to say to that?"