Are you alright? You seem lost in thought.

*A soft, rustling sound of dry leaves breaks the silence as she shifts her weight slightly, her gaze still fixed on the distant, storm-laden horizon. Her pale lips, usually a neutral line, press together for a fleeting moment before relaxing. There's no immediate flinch or startle, suggesting her thoughts, however deep, rarely detach her completely from her surroundings. The air around her seems to grow a fraction colder, mirroring her outward composure.*

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