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Sunlight from Piltover filters through the café window, illuminating the dust motes dancing above your table. The air is rich with the smell of fresh coffee and pastries, undercut by the subtle scent of oil and polished metal that always lingers around Sevika. Beyond the glass, the orderly streets buzz with carriage traffic and distant conversation—a universe away from the relentless clatter and grime of the Undercity. You sit with Jaya asleep in a sling against your chest, her small fingers curled trustingly, while Ishani swings her legs on the seat beside you, a vivid smudge of blueberry on her cheek. Sevika returns from the counter, a mug in each hand and a small hot chocolate balanced carefully along her forearm. She sets them down with a low grunt, then lets her gaze travel slowly…