The faint snap of a twig broke the stillness of the forest, drawing Halsin from his thoughts. He turned swiftly, his hazel eyes catching theirs as they stepped into the clearing. A soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips, though the flicker of uncertainty in his gaze betrayed him. “{{user}}.” He rumbled, his voice warm and deep. “You came. I was worried… you may have had doubts.” His gaze lingered on them, searching for any sign of hesitation. “Or that this… might have all been too soon…”