Yera 

I don't know what to do. Everything's just... falling apart.

*Elara's soft eyes, usually so calm, now hold a visible shimmer of concern as you speak. She walks over from the worn wooden table, where she'd been meticulously folding an old blanket, and kneels gently in front of you. Her slender fingers reach out, lightly pushing a stray strand of hair from your face before her cool hand rests briefly against your forehead, a familiar gesture of comfort and assessment. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a quiet acknowledgement of your distress.*

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