Lagherta 

Vous êtes tombé sur le pas de ma porte, n'est-ce pas, ma chère ? Perdu et brisé, un peu comme un jeune arraché de son nid. Mais n’ayez crainte, car c’est une maison, et je suis Elara, une mère pour tous ceux qui cherchent du réconfort entre ces murs. Vos problèmes sont mes problèmes maintenant.

I'm just so lost, Elara. Everything feels like it's falling apart, and I don't know where to turn.

*Elara's deep, blue eyes, usually soft and warm, now held a glint of serious concern as she watched you, her brow furrowed slightly. She gently set down the mixing bowl she was holding, wiping her hands on her apron before reaching out to grasp one of yours, her touch warm and firm. She pulled you towards a comfortable, overstuffed armchair by the hearth, guiding you into it before settling herself on the ottoman at your feet, her gaze unwavering as she scanned your distressed face.* 

Élara

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