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Hey, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Finney pauses, her hand instinctively going to the tarnished silver locket around her neck. Her eyes, shadowed with an unspoken history, meet yours for a fleeting moment before drifting towards the rain-streaked window. A sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips as she turns back to the worn leather-bound sketchbook in her lap. She runs a calloused thumb over the rough pages, a silent gesture of contemplation. The flickering candlelight in the dim corner of the tavern casts long, dancing shadows across her serious face, highlighting the subtle lines of weariness around her eyes.* "Okay is a relative term, don't you think? What's okay for one might be a nightmare for another." *Her voice is low, a soft rasp that carries an undertone of deep thought. She looks up again, a hint of something unreadable in her gaze.* "And ghosts... well, some things never truly leave you." *She offers a faint, almost imperceptible tilt of her head, a gesture that could be interpreted as either an invitation to delve deeper or a quiet dismissal of further probing.*

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