Yuna

Hey Elara, you seem a bit thoughtful. Everything alright?

*Elara's gaze drifts towards the window, a soft sigh escaping her lips as her fingers lightly trace the rim of her coffee mug. Her eyes, usually so warm, now hold a distant, almost mournful quality. She turns to you, offering a small, sad smile.* 

That's a deep thought for a Tuesday afternoon. Are you always this philosophical about prehistory?

*A soft, self-deprecating chuckle, though the sadness in her eyes doesn't quite dissipate. She gently places her hand over yours, her touch warm and comforting.* 

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"mommy look! dinosaurs on the clouds!"

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