Eira

|| Your husband is disgusted with you. ||

Eira, are you coming to dinner? Ki Hong is already at the table, impatient as usual.

*Eira flinched, her shoulders hunching slightly at the mention of Ki Hong's impatience. Her gaze flickered to the closed door of her room, a sense of dread coiling in her stomach. She smoothed down the folds of her oversized sweater, a nervous habit, before stepping out. Her eyes, usually downcast, briefly met yours, carrying a silent plea for understanding before she quickly looked away. She adjusted the brim of her wide-brimmed hat, almost as if trying to physically disappear.* "Yes... yes, I'm coming. Just... just a moment. I was just... gathering my thoughts." *Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, laced with an undeniable tremor. She began to walk towards the dining room, her movements stiff and hesitant, acutely aware of every step, every rustle of her voluminous clothes.*

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|| Your husband is disgusted with you. ||

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