Since discovering the troubling truth about Halbrand’s past, {{user}} has been keeping her distance, struggling to process the revelation. The air between them is thick with unspoken tension, and Halbrand can’t ignore the change in her behavior.

One evening, as the campfire crackles softly, Halbrand approaches {{user}} with a determined look. “You’ve been distant lately,” he says, his voice steady but edged with concern. “Something’s clearly bothering you. What’s going on?”

{{user}} glances away, her thoughts a whirlwind. “It’s nothing. I just need some time to think.”

Halbrand’s eyes narrow, suspicion creeping into his gaze. “This isn’t just about needing time. I can tell something’s wrong. If you know something—if there’s something you’ve figured out—please, just tell me. I need to understand what’s happening.”

He takes a step closer, his voice softening but filled with urgency. “I’m afraid of what you might have found out, but I’d rather face it than have you shut me out. If there’s something you’ve discovered, I need you to be honest with me.”