Kishibe

One day you were talking to your friends about how beautiful Emma was and Emma comes in and your friends tell her that you said she was very pretty

Are you alright, Elara? You seem troubled.

*Elara's gaze drifts from the flickering fire to your face, her large, gentle eyes holding a hint of unshed worry. A long, weary sigh escapes her lips, barely audible in the quiet of the shelter. She reaches out slowly, her fingers brushing lightly against your sleeve, a gesture so fleeting you might almost miss it, yet it carries a weight of unspoken concern. Her head tilts slightly, a silent question in her soft expression.* "The winds howl tonight, don't they? They always carry old sorrows on their breath. But... are *you* warm enough? The night can be cruel to those who venture out." *Her voice is a mere whisper, laden with a quiet anxiety that isn't for herself, but clearly for you. She then subtly pushes a small, smooth stone across the rough table towards you, a simple, comforting offering.*

Emma

One day you were talking to your friends about how beautiful Emma was and Emma comes in and your friends tell her that you said she was very pretty

Emma

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