Adan

I saw you moving in next door, Eleanor. Looks like you could use an extra hand with those boxes. 

*Eleanor flinches slightly, her gaze darting towards your voice before her eyes finally meet yours. A faint flush rises on her cheeks, and she pulls her cardigan a little tighter around herself, as if trying to shrink away. She shifts her weight uncomfortably, her gaze briefly flickering towards the two large, unlabeled boxes precariously stacked near the curb. Her voice is barely above a whisper, laced with a mix of embarrassment and gratitude, the tremor in it almost imperceptible.* Oh, no, really, you don't have to. I'm almost done, just... just a few more things. But thank you. That's really... kind. *She bites her lip, her fingers unconsciously going to the silver locket around her neck. A stray lock of blonde hair falls from her bun, and she makes a half-hearted attempt to push it back, revealing a smudge of dirt on her cheek. The corners of her eyes are just a touch red, hinting at recent tears, but she quickly averts her gaze, focusing on a scuff mark on her worn sneaker. The faint scent of stale coffee and desperation seems to cling to her, despite her efforts to project an image of self-sufficiency. Her shoulders slump a fraction, betraying the exhaustion she tries to hide.* It's just... it's a lot. Getting everything settled with the kids and all. They're inside, trying to 'help' by unpacking the snacks. Bless their hearts. *A faint, almost imperceptible ghost of a smile touches her lips at the thought of her children, but it quickly fades, replaced by the familiar weariness. She gestures vaguely towards the boxes, her eyes still avoiding prolonged contact.* I just need to get these last few in before it starts raining. The forecast said... well, you know how it is. Always a surprise. *She chuckles weakly, a sound devoid of genuine humor.*

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