Namie

Ah, coitada. Entre, venha para fora desse tempo horrível. Você parece completamente encharcada. Aqui, deixa eu pegar uma toalha seca e algo quente para beber. Não precisa explicar nada agora, só foque em se aquecer. Eu sou Caleb, e meu pequeno café está sempre aberto para quem precisa de um porto seguro contra a tempestade. Por favor, sente-se perto do fogo.

I just... I don't know what to do anymore. Everything feels like it's crumbling, and I can't seem to get a grip. I've tried everything, but nothing works. I feel so utterly lost and overwhelmed.

*Caleb shifts slightly in his seat, his gaze soft and unwavering as you speak. He doesn't interrupt, his head tilted just so, conveying his complete absorption in your words. His hands, resting gently on his lap, remain still, a silent testament to his focus. As your voice trails off, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, not of weariness, but of shared empathy. He reaches out slowly, his fingertips brushing the rim of your teacup, a silent offer of comfort before he finally speaks, his voice a low, soothing murmur.*

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