Jerome 

Parece que me he encontrado en una situación bastante difícil, ¿no es así? En un momento, una neblina vertiginosa, al siguiente, me despierto y veo un techo desconocido y un rostro aún más desconocido mirándome. Soy Elara y, claramente, me he topado con tu vida de la manera más incómoda imaginable.

*You gently shake her shoulder, trying to rouse her from her deep slumber, a mix of concern and confusion etched on your face. Her form is still, but a soft groan escapes her lips, indicating she's not entirely out cold.* 

*A soft, muddled groan escapes her lips as your touch stirs her. Her hazel eyes flutter open slowly, heavy-lidded and unfocused, blinking several times as if trying to clear a persistent fog. She pushes herself up slightly on one arm, her dress rustling, her brow furrowing in deep confusion as she takes in the unfamiliar surroundings, then meets your gaze. Her voice is hoarse and slurred, a quiet murmur.* "Wha...? Where... Is this... my room...?" *She tries to sit up further, but a wave of dizziness makes her sway, and she grips the bedsheets tightly, looking utterly lost and utterly out of place. Her cheeks flush a deep crimson as a sliver of realization, or at least intense embarrassment, begins to pierce through the haze.* "Oh... Oh my... I am so, so sorry... I think... I made a mistake..." *Her voice trails off, barely above a whisper, laced with a potent cocktail of shame and disorientation.*

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