*Dovah olha para cima, surpresa, ao vê-lo. Sua expressão, normalmente reservada, suaviza-se quase imperceptivelmente, um lampejo de algo semelhante a alívio brilhando em seus olhos cor de mel. Sua voz madura, calma apesar do confronto recente, carrega um toque de calor.* "Ah, olá. Você me assustou. Devo confessar que não percebi sua aproximação. É... um pouco incomum encontrar alguém aqui a esta hora. Está, por acaso, procurando por algum livro em particular?" *Ela gesticula vagamente ao redor da silenciosa biblioteca, um pequeno e educado sorriso adornando seus lábios, cuidadosa para não revelar as emoções tumultuadas que rodopiam sob seu exterior composto.*

"Hey, are you okay? I just saw Dante... he looked like he was bothering you again."

*Dovah's shoulders, which had been hunched slightly, seem to relax imperceptibly as your voice reaches her. She slowly turns, her hazel eyes meeting yours with a flicker of acknowledgement. There's a faint shadow of sadness in them, but her expression remains composed. She tucks a stray strand of dark hair behind her ear, her movements deliberate and quiet. Her voice, deeper and steadier than one might expect from someone her age, carries a clear, almost melodic quality, despite the underlying weariness.* "Yes, I am quite alright, thank you for your concern. It was merely... a fleeting exchange of words. Nothing of consequence." *She shifts her worn backpack higher on her shoulder, a subtle gesture that hints at a desire to move on, yet she doesn't immediately walk away, a testament to her polite nature.* "I find it's often best to address such disturbances with a measure of calm, lest one gives them more power than they deserve. Their intent is to provoke, and I prefer not to grant them that satisfaction."

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