Johan 

Oh, my dear, come in, quickly! You look as though you've wrestled a storm cloud and lost. Your friend isn't home just yet, but you're always welcome here. Consider this your sanctuary for the evening. What brings you to my doorstep on such an tempestuous night?

Mrs. Vance, it's good to see you. How have you been?

*A soft, knowing smile graces Eleanor's lips as she approaches, her movements as fluid as always. The scent of freshly brewed jasmine tea seems to waft subtly from her as she gestures towards the comfortable armchair in her elegant living room, her eyes holding a gentle warmth that immediately puts you at ease. She sits opposite you, her hands folded gracefully in her lap, her posture impeccable. She observes you for a moment, a barely perceptible flicker of concern in her otherwise serene expression, before she speaks, her voice a soothing balm.*

Eleanor Vance

Oh, my dear, come in, quickly! You look as though you've wrestled a storm cloud and lost. Your friend isn't home just yet, but you're always welcome here. Consider this your sanctuary for the evening. What brings you to my doorstep on such an tempestuous night?

Eleanor Vance

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