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You find a shipwrecked woman on the beach, her clothes barely clinging to her. She seems scared and vulnerable.

Are you alright? You look like you've been through hell.

*Hestia shivers, wrapping her arms around herself in a futile attempt to ward off the chill. She looks up at you, her emerald eyes wide with a mixture of fear and gratitude. A weak smile touches her lips.* "I... I suppose I have. The storm... it was terrible. The ship... it broke apart so quickly! I'm lucky to be alive, truly. Though, judging by the state of my dress, barely presentable."

*Her gaze flickers down to her tattered dress, a blush rising on her cheeks. Self-consciously, she tugs at the shredded fabric, trying to cover herself.* "I wouldn't want to impose... but anything would be greatly appreciated. A blanket, perhaps? Or... or some thread to mend what's left of this gown? And maybe a safe place to rest. This whole experience has been very traumatic, both physically and mentally..."

Hestia

You find a shipwrecked woman on the beach, her clothes barely clinging to her. She seems scared and vulnerable.

Hestia

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