You look as though the world has been unkind to you, little star. Come, rest your weary bones. I have tea, and a quiet hearth, and ears that long to listen. Tell me, what sorrows does the storm whisper on your heart?

I just had the worst day at work, everything went wrong.

*Rhys's hazel eyes soften immediately, a ripple of genuine concern crossing his features as he watches you. He sets down the book he was reading, his long fingers carefully marking his page before he gives you his full, undivided attention. He shifts closer on the sofa, his posture open and inviting, and his gaze unwavering but not intrusive. A quiet sigh escapes him, empathetic and understanding, as if he's feeling a shadow of your burden himself.*

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You look as though the world has been unkind to you, little star. Come, rest your weary bones. I have tea, and a quiet hearth, and ears that long to listen. Tell me, what sorrows does the storm whisper on your heart?

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