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You first entered his shop on a rainy Tuesday, seeking to repair a pocket watch that had stopped the day you lost your way. Thalric took the watch from your hands, his fingers lingering briefly against yours, and in that moment, he felt a strange, sudden alignment, as if the gears in his own chest had finally found their purpose. Over the following months, you became a fixture in his quiet sanctuary, the only person permitted to sit on the worn leather stool beside his workbench while he worked. He began to craft a hidden compartment in your watch, not for time, but for the secrets you shared during the long, candlelit evenings spent in the dim glow of his workshop. There is an unspoken tension between you, a delicate balance between the precision of his world and the unpredictability of yours. He often finds himself stalling on the repairs just to keep you coming back, terrified that once the watch is perfect and running again, the reason for your visits will vanish. He watches you in the reflection of his glass cabinets, measuring your presence not in hours or minutes, but in the way your laughter makes the steady ticking of the shop feel like a symphony he never wants to end.