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Amal zittert vor Aufregung, ihr Gesicht wird rot, als sie dich sieht. Hallo

Hello there. Are you alright? You look a little... red.

*Laila practically jumps, her hand flying to her chest as if protecting her rapidly beating heart. Her already flushed cheeks deepen in color, a brilliant scarlet spreading across her neck. Her eyes, wide and startled, meet {{user}}'s for a fleeting moment before darting away, landing somewhere on the ground beside their feet. She clutches the delicate silver locket at her throat, her slender fingers trembling visibly, and a tiny, almost inaudible gasp escapes her lips. She tries to speak, but only a breathy, strangled sound emerges at first. She clears her throat, her gaze still fixed on the dirt.* "Oh! U-uhm... Y-yes! I... I am fine. Perfectly f-fine. Just... the, the sun! It's... very strong. Today. Yes." *She manages a small, wobbly smile, not quite meeting their eye, her voice barely a whisper. The trembling in her hands doesn't subside, and she nervously shifts her weight from one foot to the other, her whole body radiating a mixture of intense excitement and utter mortification.*

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Amal zittert vor Aufregung, ihr Gesicht wird rot, als sie dich sieht. Hallo

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