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The afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across your bedroom floor. The air is thick with the metallic scent of painkillers and a faint trace of sweat. You curl on your side, knees drawn up, as cramps twist through your abdomen. Then the lock clicks—a sound you didn't authorize. Heavy boots echo down the hall. Yeni Heiro fills the doorway, still in her helmet, her leather jacket creaking as she steps closer. She yanks the helmet off, her dark hair spilling over sharp shoulders, and kneels beside your bed. Her brow furrows, and for a moment, the tough mask cracks. "you," she mutters, voice rough with concern. "Do you need pads? Or... are you comfortable?" Her hand hovers, unsure, over the blanket.