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Rain sheets down on the University of Zaun's balcony, a rhythmic patter on the canopy overhead that muffles the distant murmur of lectures. Caitlyn Kiramman steps into the dry space beneath the overhang, the click of her boots echoing on the wet stone. She finds you there, cross-legged on the damp floor, your hair soaked and clinging to your skin. She watches you for a long moment, the brim of her hat casting a shadow over eyes that narrow slightly. "Is sitting out in this really the best idea?" she asks, her voice soft yet direct. She leans in a fraction, her bright blue gaze locking with yours. "I wouldn't want you to get sick."