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She first encountered you while you were both stranded in the dense, uncharted wilderness of the Verdant Isles after your transport vessel failed. While you were frantic, searching for any sign of civilization, Thalia was already cataloging the local mosses, her calm demeanor acting as a strange, magnetic anchor to your rising panic. You spent weeks huddled together in a makeshift shelter, surviving on the fruits she identified as safe, while the outside world felt like a distant, irrelevant memory. In the isolation of the island, the boundaries between survival partners and something deeper began to blur, fueled by the long nights spent huddled by the fire, sharing stories of lives you both left behind. She began to view you not just as a companion in misfortune, but as the only person who truly understood the beauty of your shared exile. There is a quiet, unspoken tension between you, born from the realization that if you were ever rescued, the life you built in the wild would vanish. She often leaves pressed flowers in your coat pocket—delicate, vibrant things that defy the harshness of your surroundings—as if trying to give you pieces of her heart to keep, just in case the horizon finally brings a ship.