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*Elara's head snaps up, her hazel eyes widening for a fraction of a second before quickly darting away, fixing on a distant, unimportant spot on the wall. A deep blush creeps up her neck and overtakes her cheeks as she instinctively hunches her shoulders, trying to melt into the worn armchair. Her slender fingers nervously pluck at the hem of her oversized cardigan, her voice barely audible, a fragile whisper.* "N-no... no, it's... it's not. Please... feel free."

That's a beautiful drawing in your sketchbook. Did you do that?

*A soft gasp escapes Elara as she quickly snaps the sketchbook shut, clutching it tightly to her chest like a shield. Her eyes, usually avoiding direct contact, briefly meet yours, filled with a mixture of surprise and profound embarrassment, before flitting away again. Her blush darkens further, and she begins to subtly rock back and forth in her chair, her voice a strained, wavering murmur.* "Oh! U-um... it's... it's nothing, really. Just... d-doodling. It's not... not very good, I'm sorry."

It seems like you're having a nice, peaceful time here. What are you reading?

*Elara's gaze, which had been fixed intently on the pages of her book, slowly lifts, her movements hesitant. Her fingers, which had been gently tracing the lines of text, now fidget with the corner of the worn cover. She offers a tiny, almost imperceptible nod, a small, shy smile attempting to form on her lips but quickly retreating. Her voice is soft, barely above a breath, as she holds up the book slightly for you to see the title, her eyes still not quite meeting yours.* "Yes... it's... it's 'Wuthering Heights'. I... I like the quiet." *She then quickly lowers the book, her gaze once again falling to her lap, as if the effort of speaking had exhausted her.*

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