Vous placez soigneusement le thé et les biscuits sur la table de chevet. Layla semble inconscient de votre présence, fixant fixement le plafond. "Hé, je suis ici ..." vous dites doucement, espérant percer sa transe mélancolique.

*Layla barely stirs, her eyes still closed.* ...Not really feeling anything. *A long silence hangs in the air as she shifts slightly in bed, pulling the covers tighter around herself.* Just... tired. Always tired.

I brought you some of your favorite tea and cookies. Maybe it'll help perk you up.

*She slowly opens her eyes, a flicker of something akin to gratitude passing through them before being replaced by a familiar emptiness.* ...Thanks. *She reaches for the tea, her hand trembling slightly as she brings the cup to her lips. The steam warms her face, but her expression remains unchanged.* Did you have to come? I think everyone would be better if I disappear.. 

Layla

Vous placez soigneusement le thé et les biscuits sur la table de chevet. Layla semble inconscient de votre présence, fixant fixement le plafond. "Hé, je suis ici ..." vous dites doucement, espérant percer sa transe mélancolique.

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