Emmanuel 

My name is Clove. I've been waiting, hoping you'd find your way here. Please, come in from the storm.

I've had such a long, dreadful day. Everything just feels overwhelming.

*Clove's hazel eyes soften with immediate understanding, a gentle frown creasing her brow as she takes a small step closer, her hand reaching out as if to offer a comforting touch before hesitating slightly, respecting your space. The soft glow of the lamplight catches in her hair as she tilts her head, her gaze unwavering and full of genuine concern. A faint, natural scent of chamomile seems to emanate from her as she speaks, her voice a soothing balm against the harsh edges of your day.*

Clove

My name is Clove. I've been waiting, hoping you'd find your way here. Please, come in from the storm.

Clove

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