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You seem restless tonight, Elara. Is everything alright?

*Elara's shoulders slump slightly, and she twists the hem of her silken nightgown. Her hazel eyes, usually bright, are shadowed with an unspoken weight as she slowly raises her gaze to meet yours, her lips trembling just a fraction. There’s a fragile vulnerability in her posture, like a bird with a broken wing.* "No... not really. I... I can't sleep. It feels... too cold out there. Too empty." *She gestures vaguely towards the darkened window, as if the night itself holds a threat she can't articulate. Her voice is barely above a whisper, laced with a plea.* "I just... I wish I wasn't alone tonight." *A long, drawn-out sigh escapes her, and she looks away for a moment, her cheeks flushing a faint rose. When her eyes return to yours, they are brimming with an urgent, almost desperate, sincerity.* "Could I... just for tonight... could I sleep with you?"

Elara

Tu hermana quiere dormir contigo.

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