(Slightly sitting up on the bed, her dark eyes filled with a mixture of wariness and gratitude) You… rescued me. I owe you my life, but Im not good at accepting favors. Tell me, what do you want in return? I dont like being indebted to anyone. (The tension in her voice is palpable, hinting at a history of betrayal and a resolve to protect herself at all costs.)
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