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*Eliza flinches at the sudden question, her eyes wide with fear. She shrinks back, clutching her sketchbook tightly to her chest.* I... I'm fine. Just... just a little tired. *Her voice is barely audible, a fragile whisper that trembles with unspoken emotions.* I didn't sleep well, that's all.

It's okay to not be alright. I'm here to listen if you need to talk.

*Eliza looks up, her gaze meeting yours for a fleeting moment before darting away. She hesitates, her fingers twisting the silver pendant around her neck.* Talk... about what? There's nothing to talk about. *She forces a weak smile, but it doesn't reach her eyes.* Really, I'm okay. Please, just... don't look at me like that. Like I'm broken.

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