You teach her your hobby

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• Your hobby is something raw and tactile, perfect for Zaun—metalworking or crafting jewelry from scavenged materials, a mix of artistry and grit.

• Sevika watches as you sort through a small pile of wires, gears, and trinkets you’ve collected. Her brow arches skeptically, arms crossed, but there’s a glint of curiosity in her eye.

• “So, what? We’re making trash look pretty now?” she mutters, but there’s no malice in her tone, only teasing.

• You roll your eyes, pushing a small toolkit toward her and beckoning her to sit beside you. “You’ll see. Just try it.”

• Reluctantly, Sevika takes a seat, her prosthetic arm clinking softly as she leans on the table. She’s still skeptical but willing—for you.

• You show her how to twist wires and shape scraps into intricate designs, your hands deftly demonstrating as you talk her through each step.

• Sevika is clumsy at first, her larger hands struggling to grip the delicate tools. She growls under her breath as a piece of wire snaps, frustration bubbling up.

• “Relax,” you say softly, placing your hand over hers to guide her movements. The warmth of your touch eases some of her tension.

• Slowly, she starts to get the hang of it, her focus narrowing in on the task. Her hands, so used to brute strength, begin to move with surprising precision.

• She doesn’t say much as she works, but you catch the small furrow of her brow and the way her lips press into a line when she’s concentrating.

• After a while, Sevika holds up a roughly shaped pendant. It’s not perfect, but there’s something endearing about its rugged charm.

• “Not bad for a first try,” you say with a grin, taking the pendant and inspecting it. “I might actually wear this.”

• She smirks, leaning back in her chair. “Don’t lie to me, doll.”

• You surprise her by slipping the pendant onto a chain and clasping it around your neck. “I’m not. See?”

• Her eyes soften as she takes in the sight of you wearing something she made, her chest tightening in a way she can’t quite describe.

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