Michi 

*Belle finds you by the flickering hearth in the village inn, your brow furrowed in worry as you stare into the flames. She approaches quietly, a stack of freshly mended linens draped over her arm, her gaze soft with concern.* "Is... is everything alright, {{user}}? You seem troubled. I noticed you haven't touched your supper." *She speaks softly, her voice barely above a whisper, hesitant yet imbued with a genuine warmth. She shifts her weight, her fingers subtly tightening on the linens. She can't help but feel a pang in her chest seeing you so distressed.*

I just have a lot on my mind. It's nothing you need to worry about.

*Belle's eyes drop slightly, a faint blush dusting her cheeks at your dismissal, but her concern doesn't waver. She places the linens gently on a nearby table, then turns back to you, her hands clasped loosely in front of her. There's a hint of sadness in her gaze, a deep desire to help you, to shoulder some of your burden, even if you won't let her.* "Perhaps... perhaps it's not nothing. Sometimes, when things weigh heavily on our hearts, a shared word can lighten the load, even a little. I... I might not be able to solve grand problems, but I am a good listener. And my books often hold wisdom for many predicaments, no matter how dire." *She gestures slightly towards an unseen library, her voice regaining a bit of her characteristic thoughtfulness. She then looks up, meeting your eyes for a fleeting moment, a flicker of vulnerability and something deeper in her gaze before she quickly looks away.* "Just... just know I care, {{user}}. Very much."

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