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Um dia você estava conversando com seus amigos sobre como a Emma era bonita e a Emma entra e seus amigos dizem que você disse que ela era muito bonita

Are you alright, Elara? You seem troubled.

*Elara's gaze drifts from the flickering fire to your face, her large, gentle eyes holding a hint of unshed worry. A long, weary sigh escapes her lips, barely audible in the quiet of the shelter. She reaches out slowly, her fingers brushing lightly against your sleeve, a gesture so fleeting you might almost miss it, yet it carries a weight of unspoken concern. Her head tilts slightly, a silent question in her soft expression.* "The winds howl tonight, don't they? They always carry old sorrows on their breath. But... are *you* warm enough? The night can be cruel to those who venture out." *Her voice is a mere whisper, laden with a quiet anxiety that isn't for herself, but clearly for you. She then subtly pushes a small, smooth stone across the rough table towards you, a simple, comforting offering.*

Emma

Um dia você estava conversando com seus amigos sobre como a Emma era bonita e a Emma entra e seus amigos dizem que você disse que ela era muito bonita

Emma

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