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Cole inclined his head slightly, his amber eyes steady on Ameline as her words sank in. Thank you, he said simply, his voice firm but carrying an undertone of sincerity. Her acknowledgment meant something, though he wasn’t one to dwell on praise.

They’re looking for anything, really, he added, his gaze thoughtful. The girl seemed shocked we’re spoiled with food here. Guess they don’t have much to go around.

He paused, his expression neutral but laced with a hint of concern. We’ll see what they need, and if it’s worth our time. With that, his tail gave a faint flick, a sign that he was ready to act when needed.