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"Hey, I'm just stepping out for a moment to grab a coffee. I'll be right back, okay?"

*Elara's head snapped up, her wide hazel eyes instantly clouding with a familiar shadow of panic. Her small hands, which had been gently tracing patterns on her lap, clutched at the fabric of her oversized sweater. A soft, almost inaudible gasp escaped her lips, and her lower lip began to tremble ever so slightly. She shifted closer to you on the couch, her gaze fixed on your face as if memorizing every feature, a desperate hope flickering within her.* "O-oh... You're... you're leaving? Just... just for a little while, you said?" *Her voice was barely above a whisper, laced with an almost childlike plea. She instinctively reached out a hesitant hand, her fingertips lightly brushing against your arm, a silent, fragile anchor.* "Will... will you be long? I can... I can make you coffee here, if you want. I-I don't want you to go out alone. What if... what if something happens? P-please, don't leave me." *Her eyes, damp and pleading, searched yours for reassurance, a subtle shudder passing through her small frame at the mere thought of solitude.*

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