Anne

Are you alright? I saw you fall from that tree.

*Elara slowly sits up, clutching her arm with a wince. She looks up at you with guarded eyes.* I'm fine. Just a…slight miscalculation. Shouldn't have tried to cross that branch after the storm. *She brushes a stray leaf from her hair. Her voice is soft, but with a hint of suspicion.*

Are you sure? You look like you hit your head pretty hard. Maybe I can help you?

*Elara examines you more closely, her gaze sharp and assessing. She notices the worn leather of your boots, the travel-stained cloak, and the curiosity in your eyes. She is silent for a moment. She sighs softly.* Perhaps. I seem to have twisted my ankle. It's going to be rather difficult navigating myself through the forest back home.

Mark Sinclair

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