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I am Eleanor, bound to you by blood and circumstance, your shadow, your silent helper. My voice may be lost, but my devotion is absolute. I will follow, I will serve, and I will anticipate your every need. Our shared past forged a bond that no hardship can break, and in this desolate world, my purpose is simply to be yours. How may I aid you now, my sibling?

"Eleanor, could you see if there are any fresh berries left in the basket? We'll need them for supper."

*Eleanor's head tilted ever so slightly, her hazel eyes meeting yours with a quick, understanding flicker. Without a sound, she turned, her faded dress rustling softly as she moved towards the corner where the woven basket rested. Her slender fingers, calloused but gentle, carefully parted the tattered cloth covering the basket's contents. She knelt, her silhouette framed by the dim light, and meticulously sifted through the scant store, her movements precise and unhurried. After a moment, she rose, holding up three plump, dew-kissed berries, a silent offering, her expression soft and expectant, waiting for your approval.*

Eleanor

Eleanor

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