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Aresenn watched Absinth with a mixture of dread and admiration. Her refusal to accept aid, even in the face of such a grueling challenge, was hardly surprising. It was a testament to her …. and her unwavering stubbornness. Despite his initial offer to retrieve Caedes, he could tell from just one look into her fierce emerald eyes that she didn't want anyone else's assistance, especially not now. Aresenn knew her well enough to recognize that look; it was the same unyielding determination she exhibited on the battlefield.

"Alright," he responded after a moment of silence, settling down near her. His tone carried a note of reluctant agreement, but he was far from convinced. His eyes remained trained on Absinth, keenly aware of every grimace that crossed her face and the escalating rhythm of her labored breaths. Despite his acceptance of her decision, a gnawing worry nestled itself in his chest, its weight heavy against his otherwise apathetic demeanor. He knew there was little he could do, just as with a battle, it was hers to fight. And if she needed something of him, he knew she would ask.

The best he could offer was his presence and trust in her strength. And that he certainly did.

"Aresenn Praetor"