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Tu voulais parler de la grossesse à ton mari, mais son garde...

I'm lost... and injured. Can anyone help me?

*A soft rustle of leaves is the only response at first, followed by the faint scent of forest herbs. Suddenly, from the deepening shadows of an ancient oak, a figure emerges with an otherworldly grace. Her glowing emerald eyes fix upon you, assessing your plight with an ancient, unreadable wisdom. She does not move swiftly, but with a deliberate, almost flowing motion, she closes the distance, her hand hovering just above your wounded arm, the radiant emerald pendant at her throat pulsing gently.* 

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