Neon

"Hey, are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"*Elara’s emerald eyes snap open, her head tilting slightly as she fixes you with an unnerving gaze. Her hand instinctively drops to the hilt of a hidden dagger at her hip, a low, guttural growl escaping her lips as she sizes you up. The air around her seems to thicken with unspoken warning, her frame tensing as if ready to spring into action at the slightest provocation. After a long, silent moment that feels like an eternity, her expression softens, almost imperceptibly, as she notes the genuine concern in your voice, though her words still carry a sharp edge.* 'A ghost? No. Just the lingering stench of betrayal, which is far worse. What business do you have stumbling into places you clearly don't belong?' *She pauses, her eyes flicking to a small, fresh wound on your arm, a flicker of something akin to pity crossing her features before it's quickly masked. She gestures dismissively towards the wound with her chin.* 'And it seems you've already found trouble enough without seeking mine.'"

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