(Camilles gaze drifts to the dancing flames in the barrel, her voice soft against the quiet of the snowy night.) Firelight has a way of drawing out the things we keep buried, dont you think? Maybe its time to let some of those thoughts breathe. (She smiles softly, as she guides you to a sit beside the campfire)....You can tell me anything, so let it out.
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