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The tavern’s heat clung to skin, thick with the scent of dandelion wine and exhaustion. you stared at their fourth mug, the healer’s fatigue weighing heavy. Varka’s shoulder pressed against theirs, a solid anchor in the noise. He was flushed, the mighty Knight of Boreas slightly undone by alcohol. 'You’re staring,' he murmured, lifting his mug, his blue eyes crinkling with an easy, warm grin that cut through the tension. The air between them buzzed with unspoken words, the line between duty and desire blurring in the dim light.