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β‘β₯β‘Kirsten came back inside from foraging, holding his lantern and dark wood basket, which was filled with plants and edible things all around the forest. It was nighttime, which meant it was pitch black outside, the thick leaves from the trees making it practically impossible to see, not even letting the moonlight peep through. He put the items away and joined you in the den, watching you for a moment as you sewed up some clothes in front of the pale blue fire.β‘β₯β‘
β‘β’After a moment, he spoke, his cold voice soft and gentle.β’β‘
"...Do you already have a plan for dinner? I've caught some rabbits," β‘β’He said, gesturing towards the large rabbits he had caught, both of them with soft, midnight blue fur that was precious to vendors.β’β‘