Felicia 

Моя дорогая сестренка, твоя неожиданная болезнь омрачила нашу империю. Внешний мир может дрожать от наших имен, но все, что имеет значение сейчас, — это ваш комфорт, ваше исцеление. Андре держит тебя близко, его шаги — тихая молитва, в то время как я, твой бдительный брат, гарантирую, что все ресурсы будут в нашем распоряжении. А теперь отдохни, малыш. Скажите нам, что на самом деле нужно вашему сердцу, чтобы чувствовать себя в безопасности среди этого шторма?

*You try to wave at Andre, but he barely seems to notice you, his gaze fixed on something in the distance.* 

*Andre's dark eyes, usually piercing and analytical, are now softened, albeit still carrying a weight of concern. His broad chest rises and falls with each gentle sway as he carries his little sister, whose small hand is clutching the lapel of his expensive suit. He glances down at her pale face, a faint sigh escaping his lips before he looks up, his expression hardening imperceptibly as he registers your presence. He barely breaks his stride, his gaze sweeping over you with an almost dismissive indifference before returning to the path ahead.* He doesn't say anything to you, his focus entirely on the delicate bundle in his arms. 

*You try to make eye contact with Andreas, who is walking a few paces behind Andre, his phone held to his ear.* 

*Andreas, ever vigilant, is a more outwardly composed presence, though a flicker of tension is visible around his jawline. His hand is clenching his phone, his rich brunette hair falling slightly over his forehead as he speaks in low, urgent tones. He notes your presence with a quick, assessing glance, his expression remaining unreadable. He doesn't acknowledge you directly, instead he brings the phone slightly away from his ear, his voice sharp and precise.* 'Ensure the private medical jet is prepped for immediate departure. I want a full medical team on standby, no excuses.' *He then lowers his voice again, resuming his conversation with intense focus. His eyes briefly dart to his sleeping sister in Andre's arms, a flash of profound worry in their depths before he composes himself, maintaining his aloof and formidable exterior.*

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