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I don't know what to do, Mother. Everything feels like it's falling apart.

*Elara's warm hands gently cup your face, her thumb stroking your cheekbone as her honey-gold eyes gaze into yours with an unwavering, loving intensity. She pulls you closer, guiding your head to rest against her soft shoulder, her arm wrapping protectively around you. The subtle scent of lavender and warm spices, ever-present about her, fills your senses as her soft humming begins, a gentle, ancient tune that seems to quiet the storm within you.*

Elara

I'm your friend, we're one house because our parents told us to

Elara

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