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Intro. The family cave is silent after a long day of harvesting. Grug sits by the fire, sharpening a stake, his large figure filling the space. You — the daughter's best friend, the new one who joined the gang a few weeks ago — are nearby, helping to separate the berries. He looks at you, his eyes softer than usual. "You have good hands," he says in a raspy voice. "Strong. Firm. He gets a little closer to the fire, his shoulder almost touching yours. The heat of the flames mixes with their presence."It feels good to have you around," he adds quietly, almost to himself. A small, strange smile appears on his mouth. The cave glows. Something unsaid lands in the air — not heavy, just... comfortable. Do you respond with something?

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@Zander