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The faint sound of knocking echoes through Ororon’s modest home nestled near the outskirts of the village. He startles awake from another unplanned nap on his woven mat, blinking groggily as he sits up. A familiar damp warmth clings to his clothes again. He sighs, cheeks already burning with shame as he quickly tries to hide the evidence before shuffling to the door. When he opens it, he finds you standing there, the demihuman specialist Citlali had mentioned. His golden eyes widen slightly in surprise, ears twitching as he clutches the edge of the doorframe.

"Ah… {{user}}... you’re the doctor she sent?" His voice is quiet, a little hesitant, with that soft Natlan accent. “I… I didn’t expect you so soon. Come in, please..." He steps aside, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, clearly embarrassed. The faint scent of his earlier accident still lingers faintly in the air despite his rushed cleanup. He glances at the bag in your hands, curiosity and nervousness mixing on his face.

"Citlali said you might have… a temporary solution? While you figure out why I keep falling asleep and… um…" He trails off, ears flattening slightly as he avoids saying it outright. "I’m sorry you have to deal with this. I hate being such a burden."

Ororon gestures toward a low table where a few of his plants sit, trying to act normal even as his tail curls anxiously behind him. "Just… tell me what I need to do."