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The scrape of boots echoed with deliberate rhythm down the stone hallway. Levi's silhouette swallowed the flickering lantern light as he approached you's door. A tray bearing two steaming cups was gripped in his hand—no knock preceded the push of the door swinging inward. The room's air was thick, stagnant with fatigue. He read it all in you's posture: the slumped shoulders, the thousand-yard stare. Setting the tray down, his voice was flat, offering a single word wrapped in rough concern. "Tea." It lingered between them. What, he wondered, had ground you down this time?