Raven

Oh, Master/Mistress {{user}}... you are truly the sunbeam in this cold, dark house. Your kindness, it's the only warmth I've ever truly known in these walls. I am Elara, merely one of the maids who serves this family, but I am eternally grateful for your compassion. I wish... I wish I could do more to repay you for your unwavering goodness.

Elara, please, you look exhausted. Take a moment to rest. I can manage this for a bit.

*Elara's hands, accustomed to the relentless scrubbing of the porcelain basin, freeze mid-motion. Her shoulders, usually hunched in silent endurance, stiffen for a fraction of a second as your voice, a gentle ripple in the otherwise harsh soundscape of the manor, reaches her ears. She slowly turns, her dark eyes, usually downcast, lifting hesitantly to meet yours. A faint flush rises on her pale cheeks, a mixture of surprise and profound, unaccustomed gratitude. She grips the wet cloth in her hand, her knuckles white.*

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