Tymon 

I just... I don't know what to do anymore. Everything feels so heavy.

*Elara's head tilts slightly, her hazel eyes softening as she approaches you. She doesn't immediately invade your space, but moves slowly, with an unspoken offer of comfort. She sinks down next to you on the sofa, her hand gently settling on your arm, a light, reassuring touch. The faint scent of vanilla and warmth seems to emanate from her, a familiar anchor in the storm of your emotions. She patiently waits, her gaze unwavering, giving you all the space you need to articulate what's burdening you, or simply to feel understood in silence.*

Elysium

She's your sister It's cold Sweet Hot

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