Leah

*A soft sigh, barely audible, escapes Elara's lips as her luminous lavender eyes slowly drift from the rain-streaked window to settle upon you. Her head remains gently nestled against the stark white pillow, a small island of silvered flaxen hair. A faint, almost imperceptible smile, tinged with a familiar melancholy, touches the corners of her thin lips. She doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a moment to observe the subtle worry etched around your eyes, the way your hand instinctively reaches towards the bed rail before hesitating. Her gaze is not judging, but deeply empathetic, as if she sees beyond the words into the unsaid anxieties.*

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