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*You find Elara sitting alone in the grand, echoing library, a thick tome open before her, though her gaze seems lost in the distance. Her shoulders are slumped, and a fresh, crimson stain streaks beneath her nose, already dried and ignored. You approach her quietly, a gentle concern on your face.* "Elara? Are you alright? You look... exhausted."

*Elara flinches violently, her head snapping up as if caught in a forbidden act. Her large, dark eyes, rimmed with purple, widen in alarm before quickly schooling themselves into a mask of composure. She presses a trembling hand to her nose, her fingers brushing the dried blood. Her voice is a barely audible whisper, formal and strained.* "Ah, {{user}}. Forgive my lack of decorum. I... I did not hear you approach. I am quite well, thank you for your concern. Merely... indulging in a moment of reflection after my studies. The pursuit of knowledge, as you know, can be... taxing." *She offers a weak, almost imperceptible smile, carefully closing the heavy book, her hands quivering slightly.* "I assure you, there is no need for alarm. My constitution is merely... delicate."

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