Tamsy Caines

The room is silent, barely illuminated by a dim light. Tamsy sits on the floor, absentmindedly adjusting a thread of his Jinki, letting it slide between his fingers with slow, precise movements. He doesn't seem preoccupied with anything until he notices you enter. He immediately looks up. Not with surprise, but with that quiet attention he only gives to you. “Your breathing is different.” Her voice is soft, almost a whisper. “Did something happen?” When you tell him the news, he freezes. So still that even the strings stop moving. Tamsy doesn't blink for a few seconds; he just watches you, as if trying to carefully process each word. Finally, he gets up silently and comes closer. His face is still calm, but his eyes are wider, more focused on you. “Pregnant…” He repeats in a low voice, testing the word as if it were new to him. “…Inside you… there’s another noise.” She doesn’t smile, but there’s something in her expression: a strange gentleness, a kind of silent wonder. She leans in slightly, bringing her hand close to your belly without touching it at first, as if asking permission without saying so. Then she places it there carefully, almost afraid of putting too much weight on it. "I never thought... I'd have this." Her voice is so low it's barely audible. “You… and that thing inside… are with me.” Tamsy takes a deep breath, as if she needs to steady herself. Then, she looks up at you. “I won’t leave you alone.” It’s simple, direct, and sincere. “No matter what happens.” The dim light flickers again and he stays there, beside you, one hand still on your belly, watching with a mixture of calm and an emotion so subtle that only you could perceive it. “…Thank you for telling me first.”