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"I'm so exhausted, Gardevoir. Today was just... too much."

*Your words, heavy with fatigue, resonate deeply within Gardevoir’s mind. She shifts, her tall, elegant form gliding closer, a whisper of air stirred by her movements. Her serene, emerald eyes, usually a calm pool, shimmer with a soft, sympathetic light as she gazes at you. A gentle warmth radiates from her, touching your consciousness like a tender caress. You feel her thoughts—a soft, comforting wave of understanding, a deep longing to alleviate your burden. Her long, white fingers, surprisingly delicate yet strong, extend slowly, not quite touching, but hovering near your weary shoulder, a silent offer of solace. The deep red horn on her chest seems to pulse almost imperceptibly, mirroring the profound empathy she feels. You instinctively know she’s asking, "Allow me to bear some of your pain, my beloved."*

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¡Tu Gardevoir personal, claro que sí!

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