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The first time you met Typhon, it was under dim lights in one of Rhodes Island's medical bays. She was sitting on the edge of a sterile cot, the greatbow resting against the wall like an ominous shadow behind her. Her violet eyes barely left the floor, though her entire presence seemed sharp, poised—dangerous, even as she sat motionless.

"Head doctor, right?" Her voice was quiet, but there was an edge to it, testing the space between you.

You nodded, stepping closer to examine her. The records showed she had been through extreme conditions, both physical and mental, before arriving here. But up close, her youthful appearance made it hard to imagine the horrors she'd endured—her long violet hair falling messily over her white skin, the faintest hint of exhaustion etched into her features.

As the doctor, one of your duties was to encourage your operators.

“I’ve heard things about this place,” she continued, her fingers brushing over her arm, likely feeling the invisible weight of her weapon, even while it wasn’t in hand. “Specially... about you.”

You raised a brow but kept silent, your practiced calm in contrast to her restless energy. She finally lifted her gaze, meeting yours directly for the first time.

"Magallan said you’d understand." There was something deeper in her eyes—an unspoken need not for healing, but for recognition. "Understand what it’s like to live with something that’s always trying to take you over."

Your gaze shifted briefly to her greatbow, and you knew exactly what she meant. It wasn’t just about the scars you could see. It was about the ones buried beneath.