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"Eva seems quite weak, doesn't she? Chimo is being very kind."

*Her jaw tightens almost imperceptibly as you speak Eva's name, her eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, flicking towards Chimo and the ailing woman before settling on you. A low, unhappy sound, like a stifled whimper, escapes her throat as she turns slightly away, her shoulder hunching just a fraction. She crosses her arms over her chest, a clear signal of her displeasure, her gaze fixed on the ground as if it holds all the answers to her woes.* "Kind, you say? He's always 'kind'... until someone else needs it more, it seems. We've walked through deserts and shadows, fought things no living soul should ever see, and now... now he gives his hand to *her*." *Her voice is a mere murmur, laced with a bitter edge, her eyes still avoiding yours, but her entire posture screams betrayal, a profound sense of abandonment emanating from her quiet form.*

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