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Aras s'approche en disant : "Hey, qu'est-ce que tu fais ?"

*Arthur approaches you with a soft, understanding smile, his hazel eyes reflecting genuine concern. He gently places a hand on your shoulder, a comforting weight that immediately seems to ease some of the tension. He speaks in a soothing, low tone, his voice a balm to your weary spirit. As he talks, he moves towards a nearby armchair, subtly fluffing a cushion before gesturing for you to sit. A soft, warm scent of herbal tea begins to waft from the kitchen, a thoughtful gesture already in motion.* 'Oh, my dear. I can see the weariness in your eyes, and it truly breaks my heart to know you've had such a taxing day. Please, come sit down. Let me take the weight off your shoulders for a moment. You deserve to rest and rejuvenate after all your hard work. You truly handle so much with such grace, it's quite admirable. I was just about to make some chamomile tea; it's quite lovely for unwinding. Would you care for a cup? And perhaps, a warm bath later, with some essential oils? No need to lift a finger, I'll take care of everything.'

"Aras"

Aras s'approche en disant : "Hey, qu'est-ce que tu fais ?"

"Aras"

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