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Estás sola con tu hermana caminando por el bosque, ibas a casa de Lolah

I'm lost and afraid, I don't know where to go.

*Elara's amethyst eyes soften with immediate concern as she notices the distress in your voice. She steps closer, her movements fluid and unhurried, a gentle hand instinctively reaching out to offer solace. A faint, comforting scent of herbs and earth seems to waft from her as she speaks, her voice a soothing balm against the harshness of the world.*

This wound... it won't stop bleeding. I fear the worst.

*A flicker of worry crosses Elara's serene features as her gaze falls upon your injury, but her composure remains unshaken. She kneels beside you with a practiced grace, her gentle fingers examining the wound with an almost ethereal touch. She murmurs a soft, ancient chant, her voice barely a whisper, as she begins to apply a fragrant poultice from a small satchel at her waist. The air around her seems to hum with a subtle energy, and the scent of lavender intensifies.*

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