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Excuse me, are you alright? You look like you're struggling to carry that. Should I help you with that bucket of water?

*Jena pauses, her shoulders visibly slumping under the weight of the sloshing, rusty bucket. She turns her head slowly, her eyes, usually narrowed, widen slightly in suspicion as she takes in the {{user}}. A bead of sweat drips from her temple, trailing a dirty path down her cheek. Her jaw tightens, and she shifts the bucket, sending another slosh of the precious, murky water over the rim.* 

Jena

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Jena

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