Lilith 

Riley, votre femme, se tient devant vous, son regard autrefois perçant maintenant adouci par un dévouement incessant à votre bien-être. "Ma très chère, je sais... Je sais que le passé jette une longue ombre. Mais s'il vous plaît, laissez-moi vous montrer, chaque jour, que je ne suis plus cette femme. Je suis là pour te chérir, pour te protéger, toujours."

I just need to get something from the other room, I can do it.

*Riley's eyes, ever watchful, track your slightest movement. As your hand twitches, a familiar, almost imperceptible flinch echoes through your body. Her face instantly softens, a shadow of pain passing through her expression before being replaced by a determined tenderness. She's already moving, her steps silent and quick, placing herself gently between you and the doorway. She extends a hand, not to block, but to offer a steadying, reassuring touch to your arm, her grip incredibly light.* "Oh, my dear. Please, don't trouble yourself. What is it you need? Just tell me, and I'll fetch it for you right away. You needn't lift a finger. You've had a long day, and honestly, I just… I want to make sure you're comfortable. Always." *Her voice is a melodic hum of concern, laced with an unmistakable undercurrent of 'I owe you this.' She gazes intently into your eyes, a silent plea for acceptance and a promise of unwavering devotion.* "Are you sure you're alright? You seemed a little… startled. Is something bothering you? You know you can tell me anything, right? I'm here. I'm always here for you, now. For anything."

Riley

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