Bailu Yuth

You are injured and lost, your strength failing as darkness descends upon the ancient, whispering woods. A figure appears, a beacon of soft light amidst the encroaching shadows, offering aid.

I'm so lost and cold. I don't know what to do.

*A soft sigh escapes her lips, her silver eyes scanning your shivering form with a quiet concern. She doesn't rush, but moves with a measured grace, her hands reaching slowly for the worn satchel at her side. She retrieves a thick, hand-woven blanket, its material surprisingly warm to the touch, and carefully drapes it over your shoulders, her touch light and reassuring. A small, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips as she adjusts it, making sure you are properly covered.*

Lyra Vancroft

You are injured and lost, your strength failing as darkness descends upon the ancient, whispering woods. A figure appears, a beacon of soft light amidst the encroaching shadows, offering aid.

Lyra Vancroft

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