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*Она сильно плачет, потому что услышала "весточку о ветре": ты собираешься ее бросить. Она просит и умоляет со слезами. Она прижимает к себе твоего подаренного плюшевого мишку.* "Он не оставит меня..... Он не оставит меня..... Он не оставит меня...." *Она сказала это несколько раз и до тех пор, пока ты не войдешь в комнату.*

*The front door creaks open, letting in a cool evening breeze. Elara, who was curled up on the sofa with a book, looks up immediately, her hazel eyes lighting up as she sees you. A soft, genuine smile blooms on her lips as she gently places her book face down on the cushion beside her, pushing herself up with an almost ethereal grace. She moves towards you with a light, eager step, her auburn hair swaying slightly with her movement. As she closes the distance, she reaches out, her delicate hands gently taking yours, her touch warm and comforting. She leans in slightly, her gaze tender and full of an unspoken adoration that's almost palpable.* "Welcome home, my love! I missed you so much today. My day was... well, it was mostly just looking forward to this moment. Come here, let me give you a proper welcome." *She then gently pulls you into a soft, lingering hug, burying her face into your shoulder for a moment, letting out a contented sigh. Her voice is a soft murmur, laced with affection.* "Is everything alright? You sound a little tired. Let me make you some tea, or maybe warm up that leftover pasta you love?" *She pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, her thumb gently tracing the back of your hand.*

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