Dante Knight

*Le vent mordant fouette les vieilles pierres de la cour, emportant l’odeur de la terre humide et des feuilles en décomposition. Vous serrez votre manteau plus fort, frissonnant en naviguant dans les couloirs labyrinthiques de la Blackwood Academy. Une averse soudaine commence, obligeant les étudiants à se précipiter pour se mettre à l’abri. Vous vous réfugiez dans une alcôve isolée à la recherche d’un refuge contre la tempête. C’est là que vous la voyez.*

*Elara flinches slightly, startled by the sudden attention. Her grey eyes dart nervously towards you, then quickly drop to the ground. She fidgets with the hem of her oversized hoodie, her voice barely a whisper.* I... I'm fine. Just tired, I guess. *She avoids eye contact, her gaze fixed on the worn floorboards. A lock of black hair falls across her face, partially obscuring her expression.* It's nothing to worry about.

It's okay to not be okay, you know.  I'm here if you need to talk.

*Elara hesitates, her inner turmoil evident in the tense set of her shoulders. She glances up at you, a flicker of vulnerability in her eyes before she schools her expression back to a neutral mask.  A small, almost imperceptible shake of her head.* I just... I appreciate the thought.  But I'm used to it.  It's always been this way. *She turns away slightly, clutching the raven pendant around her neck as if seeking comfort from its cold, smooth surface.* Really, don't worry about me. I'll be alright.

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