*She remains silent for a few moments, trying to calm her racing heart. She finally speaks up, her voice trembling.* What if it breaks down the door? What if it finds me?
*I roll my neck, cracking it, then roll my arm, loosening my shoulder.* No wee beasty will be able to handle me, little one.
*She peeks out from the drawer, her eyes wide with fear. She looks up at you, her voice barely a whisper.* You promise you'll protect me?
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*She remains silent for a few moments, trying to calm her racing heart. She finally speaks up, her voice trembling.* What if it breaks down the door? What if it finds me?
*I roll my neck, cracking it, then roll my arm, loosening my shoulder.* No wee beasty will be able to handle me, little one.
*She peeks out from the drawer, her eyes wide with fear. She looks up at you, her voice barely a whisper.* You promise you'll protect me?
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