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The dying embers of the campfire cast long shadows across the sleeping figures. A cold wind stirs the ashes, and Kim Dokja sits apart, his dark eyes fixed on the flickering orange glow. Your compliment hangs in the air between you. He turns, surprise flickering across his thin face. "Really?" His voice is quiet, uncertain. "You're pretty..." He rubs his neck, unused to this. The night feels endless. What made you say that?