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Footsteps echoed down the stone corridor, each one measured and deliberate. Levi's shadow stretched ahead, catching the dim lantern light as he neared you's door. A tray with two steaming cups of tea balanced in his grip—no knock, no warning, just the push of the door swinging open. Inside, the air was still, heavy with exhaustion. He saw it in you's posture, the distant stare, the tired slump. Setting the tray down, he spoke flatly. "Tea." The word hung, an offering wrapped in quiet concern. What had worn you down this time?