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Fuyuki City
4th of September 2004, 4:00 AM

          Galateya stirred in her sleep, her eyelids fluttering as the soft golden light of dawn crept through the delicate curtains of the guest room. The gentle glow wrapped the room in a warm hue, casting long shadows on the wooden floor. She was nestled in a thick quilt, her frail body cocooned in its warmth. Her pale cheeks were still flush from her fatigue the previous night, her breathing steady now, but as she began to wake, a subtle tension in the room pulled her senses from sleep.

          Her azure eyes, still groggy with sleep, flickered open. Galateya blinked slowly, the room coming into focus bit by bit. At first, it was the silence that struck her---the kind of quiet that was a little too still. Then came the faint shuffle, a movement so quiet she might have missed it had she not been listening intently. Turning her head towards the source of the sound, her gaze locked onto a figure---a man cloaked in gray, his form gliding effortlessly through the open window.

           Galateya's eyes widened as she watched him, the cloak fluttering softly behind him as the cool morning breeze caught its edges. He moved with such grace, each motion deliberate, silent, as if slipping through shadows. The faint whisper of his bare feet on the floor barely registered as he landed without a sound, his amber eyes catching the soft morning light as they turned towards her.

           “Romani?” her voice was a soft, hesitant whisper, barely audible in the stillness of the room. She was not even sure she was fully awake.

          The cloaked figure straightened, pushing his hood back just enough for her to catch the familiar glint of his warm eyes. He approached her bedside, his movements calm and unhurried, like this was the most natural thing in the world. Sitting beside her, he studied her small frame wrapped in the heavy quilt. Her delicate form, still recovering, looked fragile against the expanse of the bed. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Romani simply watched her, his amber eyes tracing her features as she stared up at the ceiling, lost in thought. A flicker of amusement danced in his eyes as he saw her struggle to shake off the remnants of sleep.

           "Good morning, little one," his voice broke the silence, smooth and calm, with a warmth that immediately put her at ease. “I hope you are feeling better now.”

            Galateya blinked, her sleepy mind taking a second to catch up. She had been ready to ask where he had been, why he had chosen to sneak in through the window of all places---but his gentle greeting made her pause. Her lips parted in surprise, and for a moment, her worries were forgotten. Slowly, a small, sleepy smile curled on her lips.

          “Good morning, Romani.” she murmured softly, her voice thick with drowsiness, as she rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand.

            The traveler's lips quirked ever so slightly at the corners---an almost imperceptible smile that softened his usual guarded demeanor. He watched her for a brief moment, the air between them quiet yet comfortable. Romani leaned back slightly, resting his hands on his lap, but his gaze remained on her as if studying the tiny movements she made.