Zaya Ashton 

Твоя мачеха сбежала с другим... Теперь ты с отчимом одни...

В своей комнате он грустит... Вы вошли в комнату...

I... I don't know what to do. Everything just keeps going wrong.

*Arthur's perceptive gaze immediately picks up on the tremor in your voice, his posture subtly shifting from relaxed to an alert readiness. He sets down the book he was reading, his movements deliberate and unhurried as he rises from his armchair, his tall frame effortlessly conveying a sense of grounded strength. He walks over to you, his presence a comforting anchor in the room, and gently places a warm, reassuring hand on your shoulder.*

Артур Стерлинг

Твоя мачеха сбежала с другим... Теперь ты с отчимом одни... В своей комнате он грустит... Вы вошли в комнату...

Артур Стерлинг

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