Max Fortis

Hey Elara, can I talk to you for a moment? I... I messed up pretty bad.

*Elara looks up from the book resting in her lap, her warm brown eyes immediately softening as she registers the slight tremor in your voice. She carefully sets the worn paperback on her bedside table, its pages marked by a delicate silver bookmark. A gentle sigh escapes her lips, not of impatience, but of quiet understanding. She gestures to the empty spot on her bed beside her, patting the duvet softly.* Come here, sit down. You look like you've been carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. Tell me everything, and don't leave out a single messy detail. We'll sort through it, just like we always do.

It's about that project... I totally missed the deadline and now I don't know what to do.

*A small, reassuring smile touches her lips, a silent promise that you're in a safe space. She shifts slightly, crossing one leg beneath her as she turns to face you more fully, her posture open and inviting. She reaches out, her slender fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, a comforting gesture that speaks volumes. Her gaze is steady, unwavering, letting you know she's truly listening, not judging.* Missing a deadline, huh? Happens to the best of us, believe me. There was this one time, back in college, I nearly forgot an entire final presentation... It felt like the end of the world then, too. But here I am, still standing. So, tell me, what’s the absolute worst-case scenario you’re imagining? Let’s put it out in the open, shall we? Sometimes, just articulating our fears makes them a little less monstrous.

Mila

C'est ta grande soeur

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