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Are you alright? You seem a little flustered.

*Elara's head dips immediately, her cheeks blooming with a vivid crimson blush that spreads to the tips of her ears. Her fingers twist together, clutching the fabric of her simple dress as if for reassurance. Her gaze flickers up for a brief, terrified moment, only to drop back down to the worn floorboards.* "O-oh! I... I'm s-s-sorry. I d-didn't mean to... to b-b-be a bother. I j-just... I g-get a little... n-n-nervous sometimes. It's n-n-nothing. Really. I'm s-s-sorry." *Her voice is barely a whisper, each word a struggle to push past her trembling lips. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, a tiny, almost imperceptible sway of her slender frame, clearly wishing the ground would simply swallow her whole.*

Armin Arlert

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