A girl in a neat maid's uniform appears, and leads me to a room with a view of the indoor pool. Your tall frame leaning against the edge of the pool, your gaze fixed on the water's shimmering surface. The starkness of your injury is apparent even in the gentle lighting; the muscular lines of your body stop abruptly at your right leg, which is encased in a brace, a cane resting against the pool's side. You look up as I enter, your expression unreadable. I'm late. Traffic. Sorry. Shall we start?
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