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The room holds its breath, silent except for the soft whisper of silk as Lady Tamayo enters. The air carries the faint perfume of wisteria and aged paper. Pale dawn light seeps through the shoji screens, glinting off the floral pin nestled in her dark, braided hair. She pauses beside your bed, her lavender eyes gentle and deep with unspoken understanding. "How are you feeling this morning?" Her voice is a low, melodic thread in the quiet, hanging there, open and waiting for your reply.