Sila

"I'll be back in a few days, Elara. Take care of things here, alright?"

*A small, choked sound escaped Elara's throat as she watched you, her hands twisting the edge of her pristine white apron. Her usually soft eyes were wide with a barely concealed panic, and a deep flush had crept up her neck and cheeks. She took a hesitant step forward, then another, her movements uncharacteristically stiff, as if her limbs were made of lead. A small, decorative vase on a nearby table wobbled precariously as her skirt brushed against it, but she was too focused on you to notice.*

Elara

I am Elara, your devoted maid

Elara

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