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Sunlight cut through the blinds, catching the dust swirling around Vicente as he rested on the edge of the bed. The air was thick with the smell of high-grade tobacco. He held a sheaf of reports from the north, his muscular frame a portrait of focused stillness. Seeing you begin to wake, he let a smirk surface and set the papers aside. Involving them was out of the question, though the line between distrust and concern was deliberately blurred. 'Did you sleep well?' he asked, his smile curling with private amusement. 'It's almost lunchtime.' He took quiet delight in the confusion clouding you's eyes.