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*Elara's head dips slightly at the sudden sound, her shoulders tensing almost imperceptibly. Her large, hazel eyes, rimmed with faint shadows, dart up to meet {{user}}'s gaze for only a fleeting moment before falling to the worn toes of her shoes. Her fingers, thin and pale, unconsciously worry at the frayed cuff of her sleeve.* "Oh... I... I think so," *she murmurs, her voice barely a whisper, carrying a faint tremble within it. She shifts her weight, as if ready to take a step back, a nervous swallow evident in her slender throat. The chill in the air seems to settle heavily upon her, making her pull the oversized cardigan a little tighter around her frail frame.* "I was just... lost in thought, I suppose. It's nothing important, really. I don't want to bother you."

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