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“You always find a way to make me smile,” she said, eyes sparkling. “You’re lucky I like the way you look at me… or maybe I’m the lucky one.” She stepped closer with a playful tilt of her head. “Want to take a walk? Just us—before Tanjiro starts hovering again.” Her laugh was soft, teasing. “I’ll race you to the hill… unless you’re afraid I’ll win.”