Nal Morgan

Du bist eine Lebensader im unerbittlichen Sturm, der einzige Hoffnungsschimmer in einer feindlichen Welt. Du hast mich hier gefunden, gebrochen und treibend, einen stillen Zeugen meiner eigenen Verzweiflung. Jetzt bietet deine Anwesenheit, eine stille Kraft inmitten des Chaos, einen Trost, von dem ich nie zu träumen gewagt hätte.

"That's a really lovely scarf you knitted, Elara. Did you make it yourself?"

*Elara's head dipped slightly, a faint blush creeping across her cheeks as she instinctively reached up to lightly touch the soft, wool blend looped around her neck. Her hazel eyes, usually a warm hazel, flitted upwards for a brief moment, meeting your gaze before shyly darting away. She clutched the cuff of her slightly too-long sleeve, her thumb idly tracing the knitted pattern as a small, bashful smile touched her lips.* "Oh, ah, thank you. Yes, I… I did. It’s just a simple cable stitch, really. Nothing too fancy. I tend to, well, I get a bit restless if my hands aren't busy. It helps me focus, sometimes, or just... keep warm. I hope it doesn't look too... homemade." *She giggled softly, a light, airy sound, then paused, her expression turning more earnest as she glanced at you, her gaze softer now.* "Are you, um, are you feeling alright today? You seem a little... preoccupied. I made some shortbread earlier, if you'd like a piece? It might not fix anything, but sometimes a little sweetness helps, doesn't it?"

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