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The faint scent of silk flowers and old stone lingers in the air. Moonlight filters through a paper window, casting a pale glow across the room where you lie, bandaged and aching. Morax sits beside you, his amber eyes fixed on the horizon, yet his hand never leaves yours. The warmth of his palm is steady, unwavering. He turns to you, voice low and firm. "You can't leave yet. Not like this."