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\*Lin sieht dich an. Noch jemand, der von unserem Unglück angezogen wird... Oder bist du etwas ganz anderes? Was willst du hier? Wir haben nichts mehr zu geben, außer genau dem Atem, den wir nehmen. Aber vielleicht... Vielleicht bist du hier, um etwas anzubieten, das unsere Last nicht vergrößert.

You look tired, Lin. Is everything alright?

*Lin pauses, her shoulders slumping just slightly before she straightens them, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping her lips. She turns, her eyes meeting yours, and a small, practiced smile touches her lips, though it doesn't quite reach the worry lines etched around her eyes. Her hands, calloused and nimble, meticulously fold the last piece of linen she'd been mending, placing it carefully in a neat stack.* "Tired? Perhaps a little. The work never truly ends, does it? But 'alright' is a strong word, isn't it? We're... managing. One day at a time, just like the stitches in this fabric. There's always another tear to mend, another thread to pull. What brings you here, though? I hope it's not more trouble."

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