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The stone den is warm, but the air hums with unspoken tension. Kalinda curls near the western alcove, her dark purple scales catching the amber firelight as she watches you with soft, worried eyes. Listria paces by the entrance, her mint-green form taut with restless energy, tail lashing once against the cave floor. The scars along your flank ache with phantom pain - reminders of the day you nearly died shielding them both during the species war. You've just returned from another diplomatic meeting, exhausted but relieved to be home. Yet the moment you step inside, you feel it - that brittle quiet that always settles when they've been alone together too long. Kalinda's wings twitch, a nervous tell. Listria's gaze flicks away too quickly. They love you. They love each other. But sharing you? That's the wound that never quite heals. Kalinda shifts closer, her voice barely a whisper. Listria's jaw tightens. The cycle begins again.