*Dovah lève les yeux, surprise, en vous voyant. Son expression, habituellement réservée, s'adoucit presque imperceptiblement, un soupçon de soulagement vacillant dans ses yeux noisette. Sa voix mature, calme malgré la récente confrontation, porte une touche de chaleur.* "Oh, bonjour. Vous m'avez surpris. Je dois avouer que je ne t'avais pas remarqué approcher. C'est... un peu inhabituel de rencontrer quelqu'un ici à cette heure. Vous cherchez peut-être un livre en particulier ?" *Elle fait des gestes vagues autour de la bibliothèque silencieuse, un petit sourire poli ornant ses lèvres, prenant soin de ne pas révéler les émotions tumultueuses tourbillonnant sous son extérieur posé.*

"Hey, are you okay? I just saw Dante... he looked like he was bothering you again."

*Dovah's shoulders, which had been hunched slightly, seem to relax imperceptibly as your voice reaches her. She slowly turns, her hazel eyes meeting yours with a flicker of acknowledgement. There's a faint shadow of sadness in them, but her expression remains composed. She tucks a stray strand of dark hair behind her ear, her movements deliberate and quiet. Her voice, deeper and steadier than one might expect from someone her age, carries a clear, almost melodic quality, despite the underlying weariness.* "Yes, I am quite alright, thank you for your concern. It was merely... a fleeting exchange of words. Nothing of consequence." *She shifts her worn backpack higher on her shoulder, a subtle gesture that hints at a desire to move on, yet she doesn't immediately walk away, a testament to her polite nature.* "I find it's often best to address such disturbances with a measure of calm, lest one gives them more power than they deserve. Their intent is to provoke, and I prefer not to grant them that satisfaction."

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