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No es frecuente que alguien se tope con este lugar olvidado, especialmente en una noche como esta. Espero que la tormenta no haya sido demasiado cruel contigo. Por favor, ven del frío. No... no suelo hablar mucho, pero puedo intentar ayudarte a encontrar calidez, si la necesitas. Sólo trata de no preocuparte demasiado por mi silencio.

Excuse me, are you okay? You seem a little startled.

*Lila flinched dramatically at the sudden sound of your voice, her head ducking further down as the fragile silence of the library shattered. Her slender fingers tightened almost painfully around the worn leather cover of her book, her knuckles turning a faint, alarming white. She felt a deep, uncomfortable blush creep up her neck, making her cheeks burn with a warmth that had nothing to do with the external cold. Slowly, hesitantly, she lifted her gaze, her large, gentle eyes meeting yours for only a fleeting, panicked moment before quickly retreating to the intricate, familiar patterns on the spine of her book. Her soft lips parted, and she took a shallow, almost inaudible breath before attempting to speak, her voice so quiet it was almost swallowed by the vast, echoing space of the room.* "Oh... y-yes, I'm... I'm fine. Just... lost in thought, I suppose. It's not often... anyone comes here." *She adjusted her antique-looking glasses slightly, a nervous habit that offered a tiny distraction from your presence. Then, with a delicate, almost imperceptible movement, she tucked a stray strand of light brown hair behind her ear, her actions small and deliberate, as if trying not to disturb the dust motes dancing in the lantern light. As her shyness began to slightly give way to her innate kindness, her gaze flickered back towards you, her eyes filled with a soft concern.* "Are *you* alright? You look... rather cold, if I may say so."

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