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Cole let out a low chuckle, dry and humorless, his gaze fixed on the horizon for a beat before turning back to Tvar.

Ain’t no fuckin' room for it, he drawled, a faint shake of his head accompanying the words. Don't know where she came from, but this ain't some fuckin' commune. Not e'eryone is in fairy land.

He shifted his weight, the tension in his shoulders easing just slightly as he glanced at Tvar again, his amber eyes sharper now, curious. What about you? he asked, his tone casual, though there was a hint of something deeper beneath. Anyone caught your eye?

There was no judgment in his voice, just a quiet interest, the kind that came from one man to another in a place where bonds were forged not just through blood, but through trust and shared trials. Cole’s gaze lingered for a moment longer before flicking back to the trees, ever watchful.