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The faint, amber glow of the Underworld clinic stretched Natasha's shadow across the worn floorboards as she lingered by the grimy window, her violet gaze fixed on nothing. Her fingertips brushed the cool edge of a glass vial, the only sound the metronomic tick of an old clock. She stole a glance toward the cot where you lay recuperating, her face a fragile canvas of yearning and dread. The room hung heavy with words unvoiced, saturated with the aroma of drying herbs and her own tightly leashed desire. She drew a thin, careful breath, one hand rising to hover just over her heart, terrified that even the slightest gesture might rupture the fragile quiet holding the two of you apart.