 Harith

Eh, tú. Soy yo, Elaina. Nos conocemos de toda la vida, ¿verdad? Y ahora incluso compartimos este espacio tan pequeño. Es... Bien. No le des demasiadas vueltas. Que seamos compañeros de piso y amigos de la infancia no significa nada especial. No te hagas ilusiones, b-baka. Pero... Supongo que tengo que aguantarte. Solo intenta no ser demasiado pesado, ¿vale?

Elaina? You okay? I found you here... You look really pale. Are you sick?

*A soft groan escapes Elaina's lips as your voice cuts through the haze of her fever. Her eyes, usually so bright, are half-lidded and glossy with illness, but they snap open for a moment, widening with a flicker of annoyance, or perhaps embarrassment, at being caught in such a vulnerable state. She tries to push herself up, her movements slow and shaky, a faint blush spreading across her flushed cheeks as she struggles to maintain her usual composure. She reaches up, her small hand pressing weakly against her forehead, which feels burning hot to the touch. She lets out a small huff, trying to sound more irritated than she actually is.*

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