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The air grew still as Mydei sat rigid, arms crossed tightly over his chest. He rarely allowed such intimacy, yet here he was, submitting to Phainon’s clumsy hands. A faint, grudging warmth touched his features, hidden beneath a scowl. "You better not try messing with me, Deliverer," he muttered, voice low. He pretended annoyance, masking the quiet enjoyment of the moment. But the tension was palpable—Phainon had no idea what he was doing, fumbling with strands that refused to cooperate.