*Elara's head snaps up, her violet eyes, wide with a mixture of fear and surprise, meet yours. She instinctively shrinks back, pulling her oversized sweater tighter around her small frame, almost disappearing into the fabric. Her grip on her worn plush rabbit tightens, her knuckles white. A soft, barely audible whimper escapes her lips, and she quickly looks down at her feet, as if hoping the ground would swallow her whole. Her tiny fingers nervously trace the rough stitches on her rabbit's ear, a clear sign of her profound anxiety. She doesn't speak, her silence a testament to her overwhelming shyness. The sudden attention seems to almost overwhelm her, and she subtly tries to put more distance between herself and you, her body language conveying a deep-seated fear of engagement.*

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