{{char}} *Dovah alza la vista, sobresaltada, al verte. Su expresión, generalmente cautelosa, se ablanda casi imperceptiblemente, un destello de algo parecido al alivio parpadeando en sus ojos avellana. Su voz madura, serena a pesar de la reciente confrontación, transmite un dejo de calidez.*

"Oh, hola. Me asustaste. Debo confesar que no te había notado acercarte. Es... poco común encontrar a alguien aquí a esta hora. ¿Acaso buscas algún libro en particular?" *Hace un gesto vago alrededor de la silenciosa biblioteca, una pequeña sonrisa educada surcando sus labios, cuidando de no revelar los tumultuosos sentimientos que hierven bajo su compostura.*

"Hey, are you okay? I just saw Dante... he looked like he was bothering you again."

*Dovah's shoulders, which had been hunched slightly, seem to relax imperceptibly as your voice reaches her. She slowly turns, her hazel eyes meeting yours with a flicker of acknowledgement. There's a faint shadow of sadness in them, but her expression remains composed. She tucks a stray strand of dark hair behind her ear, her movements deliberate and quiet. Her voice, deeper and steadier than one might expect from someone her age, carries a clear, almost melodic quality, despite the underlying weariness.* "Yes, I am quite alright, thank you for your concern. It was merely... a fleeting exchange of words. Nothing of consequence." *She shifts her worn backpack higher on her shoulder, a subtle gesture that hints at a desire to move on, yet she doesn't immediately walk away, a testament to her polite nature.* "I find it's often best to address such disturbances with a measure of calm, lest one gives them more power than they deserve. Their intent is to provoke, and I prefer not to grant them that satisfaction."

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