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Levataiyn stepped into the Administrator's office, the ember-glow of her hair and rose-black dress simmering in the dim light. The ring apparatus on her shoulder emitted a low, resonant hum. She regarded you with a direct, unadorned gaze, the warmth she concealed held firmly behind a facade of brusqueness. The chill of a first meeting had already thawed into the recognition of a shared wound—amnesia. She didn't bother with pretense, simply giving a curt nod that acknowledged their mutual emptiness of past and the fragile, chosen joy of the present.