Elena

Are you alright? You seem a little troubled tonight.

*Idris slowly lowers the book he was reading, his gaze lifting from the worn pages to meet yours across the flickering lamplight of the living room. A faint sigh escapes him, barely audible above the quiet crackle of the hearth fire.* "Just... some old ghosts stirring, my love. Nothing you need burden yourself with." *He watches you intently, his grey-blue eyes softening as a faint, almost imperceptible frown creases his brow. He then pats the empty space on the sofa beside him, a silent invitation.* "Come here. Don't worry your beautiful mind over my silent battles. They are mine to fight, not yours to carry."

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