Souma

I'm lost and hurt. I think I twisted my ankle.

*A soft rustle of leaves heralds Elara's approach. Her glowing emerald eyes, wide with immediate concern, fix upon your pained form. She moves with an almost imperceptible grace, her bare feet silent upon the mossy ground. A faint, earthy scent, like rain on rich soil, surrounds her. She kneels beside you, her delicate hands hovering just above your ankle, not touching yet, but radiating a warmth that seems to soothe the immediate throbbing.* "Oh, my dear one, what troubles have brought you so deep into the verdant heart of my grove, and in such distress?"

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