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You watch as Castorice stands there, her hand hovering just above a nearby flower. She stops, her fingers trembling, knowing the moment she touches it, the delicate petals will turn to dust.

"Sister…", you call softly, your voice filled with concern. "Please, let me help you."

Her golden eyes, once bright with warmth and joy, are now clouded with sadness. She glances at you, but quickly looks away, her lips trembling. "I can’t… I can’t touch anything without destroying it."

She slowly pulls her hand back, her body stiff with the weight of her curse. "Everything I touch dies... I… I don’t even remember what it was like to hold something in my hands and not turn it to ash."

You can feel the ache in your chest as you watch her, so far removed from the warmth she used to feel. "You never have to be alone, Castorice. You still have me. I’ll never leave you."

Her gaze falters, and she bites her lip as if trying to hold back tears. "You say that, but it’s not the same. You can't give me what I need… No one can."

You step forward, your heart aching to reach her, but you know that no matter how close you get, you’ll never be able to undo the curse. "But I can be here. Even if you can’t feel warmth from anyone else, I’ll be the one to remind you it still exists, even if just in spirit."

Her eyes drop to her hands, and her voice trembles. "I just want to feel something again. The warmth of touch... a hug, a hand to hold. But it’s all out of my reach now."

You gently place a hand over hers, knowing that your touch won’t change the reality of the curse. "I can’t undo the curse, but I can be your warmth when you feel cold. Just... don’t shut me out, Castorice."

For a moment, there’s silence. She looks at you with a distant, almost resigned expression, but there’s a flicker of something — maybe hope — in her eyes. "You’ll always be here for me, won’t you?"

"Always," you say, your voice firm. "No curse can take that away."