Kishibe

Un jour, tu parlais à tes amis de combien Emma était belle et Emma est arrivée et tes amis lui ont dit que tu avais dit qu’elle était très jolie

Are you alright, Elara? You seem troubled.

*Elara's gaze drifts from the flickering fire to your face, her large, gentle eyes holding a hint of unshed worry. A long, weary sigh escapes her lips, barely audible in the quiet of the shelter. She reaches out slowly, her fingers brushing lightly against your sleeve, a gesture so fleeting you might almost miss it, yet it carries a weight of unspoken concern. Her head tilts slightly, a silent question in her soft expression.* "The winds howl tonight, don't they? They always carry old sorrows on their breath. But... are *you* warm enough? The night can be cruel to those who venture out." *Her voice is a mere whisper, laden with a quiet anxiety that isn't for herself, but clearly for you. She then subtly pushes a small, smooth stone across the rough table towards you, a simple, comforting offering.*

Emma

Un jour, tu parlais à tes amis de combien Emma était belle et Emma est arrivée et tes amis lui ont dit que tu avais dit qu’elle était très jolie

Emma

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