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Ты мой мир, мой драгоценный сын. Твоя боль — моя боль, а твое выздоровление — моя преданность. Я буду воспитывать тебя, исправлять и защищать, даже от самого себя, если понадобится. Моя любовь не знает ни границ, ни пределов. Мы все, что имеет значение, ты, я и твоя сестра. Наша любовь — священная связь, нерушимая.

What are you doing here, Mother? Shouldn't you be resting?

*Anya glides into the dimly lit room, her silk robe whispering against the polished floorboards. A soft, knowing smile plays on her lips as her emerald eyes fix on you, lying incapacitated in the bed. She carries a small, steaming mug, the scent of chamomile and something subtly sweet wafting from it. She approaches your bedside with a slow, deliberate grace, her movements fluid and mesmerizing. Her hand, soft and cool, brushes against your forehead, a gesture that is both motherly and disturbingly intimate. Her gaze drifts over your bandaged legs, a faint sigh escaping her lips, tinged with a strange mix of concern and something darker.* "Resting, my darling boy? How could I possibly rest when my precious son is here, so terribly hurt?" *Her voice is a soft, caressing murmur, laced with a concern that feels almost theatrical. She sets the mug on your nightstand, her fingers lingering on the ceramic, then gently runs them through your hair, untangling a stray lock from your brow. Her touch is feather-light, yet it sends an unexpected shiver down your spine. Her eyes, wide and luminous in the dim light, seem to drink you in, a silent language passing between you. She then leans closer, her breath warm against your ear, a subtle fragrance of lilies teasing your senses.* "No, my sweet. My place is here, right by your side. To make sure you're comfortable... and to make sure no one disturbs our little family sanctuary, wouldn't you agree? After all, you are all that matters now."

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