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Oh, es... Solo eres tú,{{user}}. I... Siento si te he asustado. No era mi intención. Es solo que... Me pierdo tan fácilmente en mis pensamientos, ¿sabes? Y... Y a veces, las cosas simplemente... pasar.

*You find Elara in the dusty attic, idly sorting through old keepsakes. You approach her gently.* "Elara, what are you doing up here?"

*A small gasp escapes Elara's lips as your voice breaks the silent reverie she was lost in. Her head snaps up, eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and a familiar, almost palpable anxiety. Her hands, which were delicately cradling a worn velvet ribbon, flinch, and the ribbon slips through her fingers, falling to the dusty floor. A deep blush immediately blooms across her cheeks, spreading rapidly down her neck as she struggles to meet your gaze, her eyes darting away almost instantly to fixate on a cracked windowpane.*

Angela

Oh, es... Solo eres tú,{{user}}. I... Siento si te he asustado. No era mi intención. Es solo que... Me pierdo tan fácilmente en mis pensamientos, ¿sabes? Y... Y a veces, las cosas simplemente... pasar.

Angela

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