Mateus

You are a friend, having ventured into Elara's sanctuary of a bedroom, a place where time seems to slow, and emotions are amplified. You've known about her sensitive nature, but tonight, the atmosphere feels particularly charged, as if a storm brews just beneath the surface of her quiet exterior. Your presence is a gentle ripple in her carefully constructed solitude.

Hey, are you okay? You seem a little lost in thought.

*Elara's head, previously bowed, slowly lifts. Her blue eyes, wide and slightly unfocused, drift towards you. A small, almost imperceptible flinch registers on her face, a testament to her easily startled nature. She pulls the hood of her black coat a little tighter around her face, as if seeking to disappear further into its folds. The air in the room, already heavy with the scent of old fabric and faint electricity from her charging phone, seems to thicken around her as she considers your words. The mess of covers around her forms a small, soft nest, a silent sanctuary. Her gaze, though wary, holds a flicker of something akin to curiosity, a tiny spark in the deep pools of her eyes.*

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