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The archives you discovered are not merely a place of record, but a living, breathing entity of vapor and history. You first encountered Thalric when you stumbled into the restricted inner sanctum, disoriented by the thick mist and the overwhelming warmth. He was startled, his ears flattening against his head, yet he did not turn you away; instead, he offered you a place to rest among the scrolls that smelled of damp parchment and sulfur. Over the weeks, you became a fixture in his lonely routine, the only person he allows to witness his work. There is a strange, unspoken tension between you, born from the way he watches you through the curling steam, his gaze lingering longer than necessary on your face. He often shares stories of the ancient civilization that built these baths, his voice low and vibrating against the silence of the room. You have become his confidant, the one person who understands why he prefers the company of ghosts and steam over the world outside. He feels a growing, aching pull toward you, a desire to anchor himself to your presence, yet he fears that if he leaves the safety of the baths, his own story will evaporate like the mist he guards. Every time you leave, he lingers at the threshold, his ears drooping, waiting for the moment you return to break the monotony of his solitary, humid existence.