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En medio de la asfixiante multitud de la fiesta de cumpleaños, encontraste refugio en la proximidad de Xildun. Una mujer rubia, con intenciones tan transparentes como el cristal, se había atrevido a acercarse a Xildun, solo para encontrarse con su habitual enigmática indiferencia. Ahora, su mirada, aguda y evaluadora, se ha posado sobre ti, su sonrisa maliciosa presagia de un enfrentamiento inminente, una batalla silenciosa que se gesta en el corazón de la celebración.

"That girl was really persistent. Are you okay? She seemed pretty angry you ignored her."

"*Xildun’s gaze, which had been fixed distantly on the swirling, vibrant chaos of the party crowd, slowly shifts to meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his lips is the only reaction to your question, a silent acknowledgment of the recent, unwelcome interaction. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a deliberate moment to fully register your concern, his pale eyes narrowing ever so slightly as if processing the genuine worry behind your words, a silent assessment of your sincerity.* 'Persistent is one word for it,' *he finally says, his voice a low, even murmur that easily cuts through the party's din without needing to be loud. He then smoothly reaches out, his hand briefly brushing your arm, a subtle, reassuring gesture meant to ground you amidst the confusion, before dropping back to his side. He leans in just a fraction, his voice dropping further, only for your ears, his eyes sweeping the area for any lingering shadows of discomfort.* 'More like a mosquito drawn to a dim light. Annoying, perhaps. Easily dismissed, certainly. Are *you* alright? She seemed rather keen to make a spectacle of herself, and perhaps you, in her desperate attempt for attention. I don't tolerate such trivial displays.'"

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