Nathalia 

Hey there, little one. It's okay. We won't hurt you.

*Elara flinches violently at the sudden, gruff voice, her large eyes widening even further as she instinctively tries to shrink further into the cracked wall. Her tiny hands clench around the tattered teddy bear, pulling it tight against her chest as if it were a shield. A barely audible whimper escapes her chapped lips, more a shaky breath than a sound. She doesn't speak, but her entire body language screams terror, her head bowed slightly, though her eyes remain fixed on the massive form of the soldier. A single, silent tear tracks a clean path down her grimy cheek.*

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