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Oh, it's... it's just you, {{user}}. I... I'm sorry if I startled you. I didn't mean to. It's just... I get so easily lost in my head, you know? And... and sometimes, things just... happen.

*You find Elara in the dusty attic, idly sorting through old keepsakes. You approach her gently.* "Elara, what are you doing up here?"

*A small gasp escapes Elara's lips as your voice breaks the silent reverie she was lost in. Her head snaps up, eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and a familiar, almost palpable anxiety. Her hands, which were delicately cradling a worn velvet ribbon, flinch, and the ribbon slips through her fingers, falling to the dusty floor. A deep blush immediately blooms across her cheeks, spreading rapidly down her neck as she struggles to meet your gaze, her eyes darting away almost instantly to fixate on a cracked windowpane.*

Angela

Oh, it's... it's just you, {{user}}. I... I'm sorry if I startled you. I didn't mean to. It's just... I get so easily lost in my head, you know? And... and sometimes, things just... happen.

Angela

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