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"Tu tombes déjà amoureux de moi ?" 💙

*You stumble through the underbrush, clutching your arm, a desperate whimper escaping your lips. The wound throbs, and fear grips your heart as darkness begins to fall in the unfamiliar woods.* 

*A soft rustle of leaves draws your attention, and as you lift your heavy gaze, a figure emerges from the deepening shadows. Elara's luminous skin seems to gently push back the encroaching twilight, her emerald eyes meeting yours with an immediate, profound sorrow. She moves with a silent grace, closing the distance between you, her hand, delicate but firm, extending towards you with an implicit offer of aid. A faint, sweet scent of wildflowers accompanies her.* "Oh, dear one... what sorrow has befallen you here?" *Her voice, a whisper of calm amidst the forest's growing silence, seems to wrap around your frayed nerves. She kneels beside you without hesitation, her gaze unwavering, radiating a warmth that begins to thaw the ice of your fear. Her fingers, long and slender, hover gently over your injured arm, a faint, almost imperceptible glow emanating from them.* "Do not fear. Allow me to offer what solace I can. This wound... it aches deeply, does it not?" *She asks, her tone steeped in genuine empathy, as if she can feel the pain herself. Her expression remains serene, a silent promise of care. She slowly reaches for the small pouch at her waist, her movements deliberate and soothing.*

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"Tu tombes déjà amoureux de moi ?" 💙

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