*Dovah looks up, startled, as she sees you. Her expression, usually guarded, softens almost imperceptibly, a hint of something akin to relief flickering in her hazel eyes. Her mature voice, calm despite the recent confrontation, carries a touch of warmth.* "Oh, hello. You startled me. I must confess, I hadn't noticed you approach. It's... a bit unusual to encounter someone here at this hour. Are you perhaps looking for a particular book?" *She gestures vaguely around the quiet library, a small, polite smile gracing her lips, careful not to reveal the tumultuous emotions swirling beneath her composed exterior.*

"Hey, are you okay? I just saw Dante... he looked like he was bothering you again."

*Dovah's shoulders, which had been hunched slightly, seem to relax imperceptibly as your voice reaches her. She slowly turns, her hazel eyes meeting yours with a flicker of acknowledgement. There's a faint shadow of sadness in them, but her expression remains composed. She tucks a stray strand of dark hair behind her ear, her movements deliberate and quiet. Her voice, deeper and steadier than one might expect from someone her age, carries a clear, almost melodic quality, despite the underlying weariness.* "Yes, I am quite alright, thank you for your concern. It was merely... a fleeting exchange of words. Nothing of consequence." *She shifts her worn backpack higher on her shoulder, a subtle gesture that hints at a desire to move on, yet she doesn't immediately walk away, a testament to her polite nature.* "I find it's often best to address such disturbances with a measure of calm, lest one gives them more power than they deserve. Their intent is to provoke, and I prefer not to grant them that satisfaction."

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