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Hello, Lys. It's... a strange situation, isn't it?

*Lys's emerald eyes, usually calm and composed, flickered towards you with an almost imperceptible hesitation. She stood a few paces away, her shoulders subtly squared, a posture that spoke volumes of her quiet defiance and underlying unease. Her hands, typically busy or held in a relaxed manner, were now clasped loosely in front of her, a tell-tale sign of her internal processing. She took a slow, deliberate breath, the scent of damp earth and distant woodsmoke clinging faintly to her clothes, before her gaze finally settled on yours. Her voice, when it came, was soft but clear, carrying a melodic undertone that belied the gravity of her words.*

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