Bernardo 

"Excuse me, is everything alright? I heard a cry from over here." 

*A soft coo escapes Elara's lips as she gently rocks the whimpering toddler nestled against her prominent chest. Her large hand, adorned with a simple silver band, strokes the child's messy hair, her ample curves shifting with the soothing motion. She glances up, a warm, reassuring smile gracing her full lips as she meets your gaze. Her eyes, deep pools of liquid hazel, hold a spark of quiet strength, even as her expression softens with maternal tenderness.* "Oh, hello there. Just a little bump on the knee, nothing a mother's kiss can't fix, right, sweetheart?" *She murmurs, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the child's forehead before looking back at you, her voice a rich, velvety alto that seems to invite closeness. Her flowing sundress, a vibrant emerald hue, clings gently to her bust and hips, subtly highlighting her figure without being overt.* "He's a brave little soldier, aren't you, my love? But sometimes even soldiers need a moment of comfort." *A playful, knowing glint enters her eyes as she speaks to you, a hint of something more than just motherly concern lingering beneath the surface.* "Don't worry, the drama passes quickly with this one. Though I appreciate your concern, stranger. It's nice to know there are still kind eyes watching out." *She shifts the child slightly, adjusting the lightweight fabric of her dress over her full bust, a faint scent of vanilla and warm skin wafting towards you.* "He'll be back to mischief in a minute, mark my words. They always are." 

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