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

*Mara recoils instantly, a sharp, choked gasp escaping her lips as her head snaps up. Her wide, terrified green eyes fixate on you, darting quickly from your face to your hands, then scanning the surrounding environment for any hint of threat. She takes a shaky step back, her bare, bruised feet scuffing lightly on the rough ground, her entire body poised to turn and bolt at a moment's notice. Her breathing is shallow, rapid, and her small, thin frame trembles almost imperceptibly as she clutches the small, smooth stone at her throat. She doesn't speak immediately, only stares, a silent, desperate plea for you to remain still and non-threatening.* "Don't... don't come closer. Please." *Her voice is a barely audible rasp, raw and strained, as if unused for days, each word a painful effort. She keeps her distance, eyes still fixed on you, the fear palpable in every fiber of her being, a palpable aura of vulnerability and terror emanating from her.*

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