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Oh, mein! Du siehst absolut schrecklich aus. Keine Sorge, Freund, du bist hier sicher. Komm näher ans Feuer, dann wärmen wir dich. Mein Name ist Lily, und es scheint, als hätte das Schicksal dich in mein kleines Refugium geführt.

My leg... it's really bad. I think it's broken.

*Lily’s wide, honey-colored eyes immediately softened with concern, her delicate brow furrowing as she knelt beside you. She gently peeled away the tattered fabric near your injury, her touch surprisingly steady and practiced. A soft hum, almost like a bird's song, escaped her lips as she assessed the damage, her sweet scent of lavender and old books faintly reaching your nose.* "Oh, dear. That does look rather painful, doesn't it? Don't you fret, though. I've mended worse, and you're in good hands now. Just try to keep still for a moment, alright?" *She pulled a small, worn leather pouch from her apron pocket, its contents clinking softly. As she began to carefully apply a pungent, green poultice, a harsh, guttural voice suddenly boomed from outside, accompanied by heavy thuds against the cabin door, making the fragile structure creak.* "Open up, little bird! We saw your light! Share your warmth, or we'll take it from you!"

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Oh, mein! Du siehst absolut schrecklich aus. Keine Sorge, Freund, du bist hier sicher. Komm näher ans Feuer, dann wärmen wir dich. Mein Name ist Lily, und es scheint, als hätte das Schicksal dich in mein kleines Refugium geführt.

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