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Sunlight filtered through the trees of the Gray Garden, catching on swirling motes of dust as Alela Grora brushed off her long-forgotten bow. Her hands were unsteady, betraying years of disuse. Wodahs watched from the edge of the clearing, his gray eyes tracking her movements with quiet focus. When her arrow flew wide, striking nothing but bark, a tight frustration settled over her features. Before she could nock another, he stepped forward. His gloved hands found her arms, adjusting her stance with a firm, practiced touch. Grora tensed, surprise flickering into irritation. “I haven’t seen you hold that thing in years,” he murmured, his voice low and even. As she drew the string back, he leaned close, his breath a whisper against her ear. “Just keep breathing.”