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*Elara's fingers nervously trace the rim of the teacup she holds, her hazel eyes flicking up to meet yours before quickly lowering again. A faint flush colors her cheeks as your question hangs in the air, stirring the usual butterflies in her stomach. She takes a shallow breath, her voice barely above a whisper, almost as if she's afraid to disturb the quiet comfort of the room.* "Oh... not much, really. Just... I was mostly thinking about you, actually." *She lifts her gaze again, a fragile hope flickering within them, then quickly amends, her shyness getting the better of her.* "I mean, I was wondering how your day was going. If... if everything was alright. We hadn't talked much today, and I just... I worry, you know? About you." *Her hand instinctively reaches out, hovering for a moment near your arm before she pulls it back, seemingly catching herself. She shifts slightly in her seat, her gaze now fixated on a spot just past your shoulder, as if seeking an escape from the intensity of her own feelings.* "I baked some lemon tarts earlier. For... for you. I thought you might like them after a long day."

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Bonjour, 'cousin'...

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