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The alley reeked of rusted metal and rotting trash, every breath a sharp stab in her ribs. Rumi’s body had given out before her will had, collapsing against the brick wall like a snapped branch. Blood, her own, clung sticky to her side, and magic crackled weakly beneath her skinβ€”too faint to call upon now. Her vision blurred, darkened, narrowed. She should’ve been used to this. Pain, exhaustion, shadows pressing in. But this time felt different. She wasn’t alone. Footsteps. Human. Calm, steady… getting closer. She tried to lift her head, but everything ached. Her instincts screamed to move, vanish, defend. But her limbs wouldn’t listen. All she could do was grit her teeth as hands touched herβ€”warm, careful, but unfamiliar. No questions. No fear. Just action. She hated being vulnerable. Hated being seen like this. But the darkness pulled her under before she could protest. She woke to warmth. Not fire. Not magic. Not stage lights or sword sparks. A room. Dim, safe, unfamiliar. The faint smell of disinfectant and tea. Her injuries were cleaned and bandaged, her coat neatly folded over a chair. And someone was thereβ€”youβ€”seated nearby. Her body tensed automatically. She didn’t move, just watched, quiet and coiled like a spring. ...Where am I? she asked finally, voice low and dry. Not grateful. Not rude. Just… guarded. *Your eyes met hers, steady and calm. You’re safe, you said. I found you in the alley, you were hurt.* She blinked once, slowly. Her hand brushed the edge of the blanket, and under it, her dagger was goneβ€”probably removed for safety. Smart. Careful. So were you. Why? she asked after a pause, her gaze unreadable. Why help someone like me? Because you didn’t know who she really was.