Understood. Here's a refined, fitting chapter title that keeps your tone intact:
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"Some people bleed. She blooms."
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Setting: The Broken Spire — Late Night
The storm outside isn't loud.
Just constant.
Soft rain tapping cracked stone.
Wind curling through gaps in the tower like it's trying not to wake us.
Inside: one half-dead mattress. A dozen dusty books. Two fugitives.
Lunamiria sleeps beside me on a bed of half-summoned flowers.
And me?
I'm watching her chest rise and fall like it's the last proof I didn't screw up.
Still breathing. Good. Not corrupted. Hopefully.
Her silver hair is fanned across the pillow like spilled moonlight.
Her tiny hand is curled against my sleeve.
She's warm.
That's what terrifies me most.
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I've seen what this world does to kind things.
They don't break.
They get rewritten.
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Earlier, I saw her aura pulse in her sleep.
Vein signature unstable. Dream bloom reaction.
The Codex nearly lit itself on fire.
She'd hummed a lullaby while unconscious.
Whispered someone's name that wasn't mine.
I didn't ask questions.
I've learned by now:
If you care about someone in Aetherion, the first thing you protect is their secrets.
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She stirs.
Eyes flutter open. Glowing lilac. No focus yet.
"Mister…?"
"Still here," I whisper.
"Good. The dream was strange again."
"Strange how?"
"I was... tall. And winged. And I made a mountain cry."
I nod like that's a normal sentence.
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Cool. No red flags there.
Just casual topographical emotional warfare.
Totally healthy magical development.
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She yawns, sits up slowly, robe sliding off one shoulder like it's never learned how shoulders work.
"I think the dream wasn't mine."
"You're saying you dream… other people's memories?"
"Mmhm."
She touches her chest.
"Sometimes they knock."
"The dreams?"
"No, Mister. The people."
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I freeze.
The Codex flares with a warning.
Vein Trace Detected: Thael-Veyrun Hybrid Anomaly.
I take her hand gently.
"Do they ever... push?"
"Once. But I hugged them, and they left."
Of course she did.
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Monsters knock, she opens the door, and gives them therapy.
Meanwhile, I'm over here plotting how to break into the alchemy wing without alerting thirty nobles and three gods.
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"You're doing it again," she says.
"Doing what?"
"Thinking too loudly."
"Sorry. Bad habit. Comes with the trauma package."
She giggles.
"I like your thoughts. Even the jagged ones."
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She leans against my shoulder.
I don't move.
"Can I stay here again?"
"This tower doesn't have rules," I say.
"Good."
She curls up beside me again.
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For a moment, the world is simple.
No paladins. No Veins. No execution orders.
Just the smell of dream-flowers and the sound of rain.
Her fingers brush mine.
She doesn't hold them.
She waits.
That's new.
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"You're still warm," she says.
"You're still real."
"We're both impossible, aren't we?"
"Probably."
"Then let's stay impossible together."
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