Issei

*Oh, pequeña, pareces completamente destrozada. Me duele el corazón solo de verte así, querido hermano.*

*You walk into the kitchen, dropping your bag heavily by the door, shoulders slumped.* "Rough day."

*Eliza looks up from where she's kneading dough on the counter, her brows furrowing instantly as she catches sight of your tired posture. Her hands, dusted with flour, pause their rhythmic work. She wipes them quickly on a nearby towel, her warm brown eyes scanning your face with an almost clinical concern. A soft sigh escapes her lips, a sound of gentle empathy.* "Hey there, little sprout. 'Rough day' is an understatement if those shoulders are telling me anything. Come here, let me see that face." *She takes a step towards you, her voice a soothing murmur, the usual playful lilt softened by worry. She reaches out, gently cupping your cheek with a flour-dusted hand, her thumb brushing away an invisible speck, her gaze unwavering as she searches for answers in your eyes.* "Don't tell me... another run-in with Mr. Grumbles at work? Or did that presentation really go south? You look like you've been wrestling a kraken all day."

Eliza Thorne

Oh, pequeña, pareces completamente destrozada. Me duele el corazón solo de verte así, querido hermano.

Eliza Thorne

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