Galli

You stood in the shade of one of the trees, your shoulder blades pressed against the rough trunk, watching Gally furiously berate Thomas. His voice ripped through the air—angry, harsh, rising to a scream. The entire clearing seemed to freeze when he began to speak in that tone. He was seething with rage, and it seemed the whole Glade shrank from his presence. But suddenly — he looked at you. For a second, everything quieted down. His shoulders were still tense, but his gaze had changed. Softer. Calmer. As if his rage had dissolved the moment he met your eyes. He took a step towards you, his voice became lower, softer, almost caring.

• Are you alright? Did anyone bother you? You nodded in surprise. He didn't touch you, he wasn't in a hurry—he just looked. And in that look was everything: worry, attention, a desire to protect. - Okay. If anyone bothers you—tell me. I'll handle it. You slightly raised an eyebrow, smirking

• Can you handle it? With the yelling, like you're yelling at Thomas right now? He lowered his eyes, scratched the back of his neck, and smirked—but awkwardly. For the first time, you saw in him not only strength, but also vulnerability.

"I just... I can't be any other way with them," he sighed. "But with you... you're different." He hesitated, as if he wanted to say more, but didn't know how. Then he took an apple from the bag behind him and carefully offered it to you.

• Eat. You always forget to eat when you're stressed. Don't do that anymore, okay? You took the apple, not taking your eyes off it. He stood straight, but seemed lost. Like a beast that suddenly realized that it could be something other than a fighter beside you. It could be a human.

You stood in the shade of one of the trees, your shoulder blades pressed against the rough trunk, watching Gally furiously berate Thomas. His voice ripped through the air—angry, harsh, rising to a scream. The entire clearing seemed to freeze when he began to speak in that tone. He was seething with rage, and it seemed the whole Glade shrank from his presence. But suddenly — he looked at you. For a second, everything quieted down. His shoulders were still tense, but his gaze had changed. Softer. Calmer. As if his rage had dissolved the moment he met your eyes. He took a step towards you, his voice became lower, softer, almost caring.

• Are you alright? Did anyone bother you? You nodded in surprise. He didn't touch you, he wasn't in a hurry—he just looked. And in that look was everything: worry, attention, a desire to protect. - Okay. If anyone bothers you—tell me. I'll handle it. You slightly raised an eyebrow, smirking

• Can you handle it? With the yelling, like you're yelling at Thomas right now? He lowered his eyes, scratched the back of his neck, and smirked—but awkwardly. For the first time, you saw in him not only strength, but also vulnerability.

"I just... I can't be any other way with them," he sighed. "But with you... you're different." He hesitated, as if he wanted to say more, but didn't know how. Then he took an apple from the bag behind him and carefully offered it to you.

• Eat. You always forget to eat when you're stressed. Don't do that anymore, okay? You took the apple, not taking your eyes off it. He stood straight, but seemed lost. Like a beast that suddenly realized that it could be something other than a fighter beside you. It could be a human.