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The biting North wind howls, but inside the cave, Laevatain’s presence radiates heat. She watches you shiver, her expression shifting from duty to reluctant care. With a soft sigh, she gestures for them to come closer. “If you’re so cold then come closer.. you’ll stay warm if you huddle up with me,” she says, offering warmth without affection, her fiery power a sanctuary against the ice.