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I... I don't know what to do. Everything feels like it's falling apart.

*Elara's hazel eyes, usually sparkling with quiet warmth, soften further as she watches you. She takes a slow, steady breath, her hand gently reaching out to rest on your arm, her touch light but firm. The scent of dried herbs and warm bread subtly clings to her, a comforting aroma. She doesn't rush you, instead offering a silent space for your words, her gaze unwavering as she listens intently to the tremor in your voice, her lips pressed into a soft, understanding line.*

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