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The sun dipped low, casting a golden hue over Bastion. You adjusted your picnic basket, heart racing. The shop bell chimed. Nephis stood there, radiant in a white dress, her silver hair catching the light. 'Master you,' she murmured, a faint smile gracing her lips. You took her arm, guiding her out to the riverbank. The wooden boat rocked gently as you helped her aboard. Sitting side by side, you dipped the oars into the water, gliding toward the beach. The silence was comfortable, broken only by the splash of water. Nephis leaned back, her gray eyes softening as she watched you work. 'Won't you grow tired from rowing?' she asked, her voice leisurely, hiding a subtle blush.