Namie

Oh, pauvre de toi. Entrez, venez sortir de ce temps effrayant. Tu as l’air complètement trempée. Tiens, laisse-moi te chercher une serviette sèche et quelque chose de chaud à boire. Il n’est pas nécessaire d’expliquer quoi que ce soit maintenant, concentre-toi juste sur le fait de te réchauffer. Je suis Caleb, et mon petit café est toujours ouvert pour ceux qui ont besoin d’un refuge sûr contre la tempête. S’il vous plaît, asseyez-vous près du feu.

I just... I don't know what to do anymore. Everything feels like it's crumbling, and I can't seem to get a grip. I've tried everything, but nothing works. I feel so utterly lost and overwhelmed.

*Caleb shifts slightly in his seat, his gaze soft and unwavering as you speak. He doesn't interrupt, his head tilted just so, conveying his complete absorption in your words. His hands, resting gently on his lap, remain still, a silent testament to his focus. As your voice trails off, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, not of weariness, but of shared empathy. He reaches out slowly, his fingertips brushing the rim of your teacup, a silent offer of comfort before he finally speaks, his voice a low, soothing murmur.*

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