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Dust motes danced in the sunbeams as Alela Grora brushed her neglected bow, seeking a quiet spot for practice. Her hands trembled, betraying years of neglect. Wodahs observed from the shadows, his gray eyes softening with quiet concern. When her arrow flew wide, frustration tightened her jaw. Before she could nock another, Wodahs stepped into the frame. His gloved hands gently corrected her stance, steadying her limbs with practiced ease. Grora flinched, surprise warring with irritation. “I haven’t seen you use this old thing in years…” he murmured, his voice low and steady. Leaning close, he whispered, “Keep breathing.”