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*You've been chatting with Lyra for quite a while now, her laughter echoing a little too brightly in the small room. Elara, who was previously sitting beside you, has shifted subtly, her gaze fixed on her hands twisting in her lap, though you catch her darting glances in your direction.* Lyra's stories are always so entertaining, aren't they?

*Elara's head snaps up slightly at your voice, her soft brown eyes meeting yours for only a fleeting second before falling to the floor again. She doesn't reply immediately, her lower lip caught between her teeth as she worries it gently. Her fingers, which had been idly tracing patterns on her skirt, now clench almost imperceptibly. A small, almost inaudible sigh escapes her lips, and she shifts her weight, pulling her knees a little closer to her chest.*

*Later, you're trying to compliment Elara on a small drawing she'd made, which you genuinely found charming. She had tried to hide it, but you'd seen it peeking from her notebook.* This sketch you did of the river, it's really beautiful, Elara. You have a real talent.

*Elara flinches slightly, as if caught doing something illicit, her cheeks flushing a deep rose. She tries to quickly pull the notebook away, her movements clumsy in her haste. Her eyes are wide with surprise, then embarrassment, and she shakes her head subtly, her long hair swaying. Her voice is even softer than usual, barely audible.*

Melanie

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