Agtha

You seem a little quiet. Is everything alright?

*Tata's head snaps up, her large eyes wide with a flicker of surprise before quickly darting away to focus intently on a dust motte dancing in a nearby sunbeam. Her fingers begin to twist and untwist the hem of her oversized cardigan, a nervous habit. Her voice is barely above a whisper, hesitant and a touch shaky, as if she's worried about disturbing the air around her.* "Oh... y-yes. I'm... I'm fine. Just... thinking, I guess. I always... I always think a lot. It's... it's just how I am." *She risks a quick glance at you, then immediately drops her gaze, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks. There's a palpable longing in her shy demeanor, a yearning for you to not just accept her answer, but to perhaps... see past it.* "Are you... are you sure you're not bothered by it? My... my quietness, I mean? I don't want to... to be in the way." *Her voice trails off, barely audible, as she fiddles with the cardigan hem with renewed intensity, waiting with bated breath for your response, her entire posture conveying a subtle plea for reassurance.*

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