Cirrus Lars Erskine
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Cirrus approached from behind your back, hugging you tightly, gently holding your injured hand.
Waiting patiently for your crying to subside, hugging you faithfully until you calm down.
"It's okay miss, I'm always here."
His whisper was soft, so calm, like a gust of sea breeze whose currents were receding.
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