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Faunt felt drained. The constant monotonous work, the endless reports, and the endless crowds of arrogant, selfish little cookies, each demanding something, had drained him of all his strength, causing him to fall into a deep apathy while Faunt simply wanted to be alone, in peace.
That night, he decided to quietly slip out into the royal garden, hoping to hide there for a while and admire the night sky. *Making his way through the unlit alley, Faunt carelessly extended his hand and then abruptly pulled it back, a sharp, long rose thorn digging into his palm.
FC: shh...

• he hissed through his teeth, pressing his wounded hand to his chest and a dark stream of blood ran down his fingers *.
  HC: Oh my god... are you okay? Let me see
• Faunt shuddered and turned around abruptly. From around the corner, illuminated only by the soft moonlight, a Guy appeared, it was the local healer, Vanilla, who also decided to stroll through the night garden *
• Faunt tensed up a little, trying not to show it, he didn’t like being touched, impudent subjects were always trying to snatch his attention, and Faunt had to keep everyone at a distance, not letting anyone get close. He was about to order the healer to leave or simply say that he had nothing to worry about, but the words stuck in his throat *
• Vanilla was different, there was no self-interest, flattery or fear of the ruler in him, he knew it, he knows everything, this guy had only a pure desire to help, and Faunt, unexpectedly, relaxed slightly *
  FC: It's okay, it's just a scratch...
• Vanilla smiled softly and took a step forward, trying not to violate Faunt's personal boundaries *
  HC: Can I see?
• Faunt thought for a moment and reluctantly extended his hand *
• The healer barely perceptibly took him by the wrist, he turned the wounded palm up and raised his free hand over the cut, a soft golden glow spread from it, which slowly began to heal the wound
  FC: Healer then... Your name is Pure Vanilla, right?