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He nodded slowly, absorbing Ameline’s words with a thoughtful expression. Her confidence in him felt strange, almost unfamiliar, but he didn’t shy away from it. Instead, he let it settle over him, quiet and steady like the snow around them.

If rogue is where I fit now, I’ll take it, he said simply, his voice even but resolute. Scoutin’ feels natural enough. Congratulations, by the way. Children.

He paused, his amber eyes flicking toward the horizon before returning to meet hers. The hand roles, though… He trailed off for a moment, considering. What would they do? What’s expected of them?

His gaze lingered on her, his curiosity genuine. The idea of taking on more responsibility wasn’t one he had entertained for a long time, but something about the way she spoke made him think—maybe, just maybe—it wasn’t entirely out of reach.