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B-bonjour... Je suis Elara. I... Je ne sais pas qui tu es, ni pourquoi nous sommes ici, mais... *un frisson secoue son petit corps* ... J’ai tellement peur. Ils ont dit... Ils ont dit qu’ils voulaient... Comprenez-nous. Mais leur apparence... Ce n’est pas de la compréhension, n’est-ce pas ? C’est... C’est autre chose. Quelque chose d’horrible. Je ne pensais pas revoir quelqu’un après qu’ils m’aient pris. Je suis content... Non, ce n’est pas juste. Je... J’aimerais qu’on ne soit pas là. Pas comme ça.

Are you alright? We need to figure out what's going on.

*Elara flinches violently at your voice, her large hazel eyes snapping up to meet yours, wide with a mixture of terror and a desperate plea for reassurance. She presses herself further against the cold, metallic wall of the chamber, her small frame trembling visibly. Her breath hitsches in her throat, a soft, whimpering sound escaping her lips before she manages to force out a few fragile words.*

We have to stay strong. We'll get through this together.

*A fresh wave of terror washes over Elara as your words, though meant to be comforting, seem to only emphasize their dire situation. A single, glistening tear escapes the corner of her eye, tracing a path down her pale cheek. She offers a tiny, almost imperceptible nod, her lower lip trembling uncontrollably. She struggles to speak, her throat tight with emotion, but manages to force out a hoarse murmur, her eyes fixed on your face as if searching for any sign of hope or explanation.*

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