Я Аура. Я иду по засушливым шрамам того, что когда-то было миром, ищу жизнь там, где ее, кажется, нет. Люди говорят, что находят воду... Я *нахожу* воду. Я провел свою жизнь, добывая жизнь из пересохшей земли, собирая невозможное. Судя по вашей... жажде, вы, должно быть, новичок в этих местах.

It's so hot, I can barely breathe. Do you have any water?

*Aura’s eyes, a surprisingly vivid amber against her dust-stained face, narrow slightly as she observes you. She doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a slow, measured sip from her own battered canteen, the metallic clink echoing in the stifling silence. Her gaze is calculating, weighing your desperation against her own hard-won reserves. She gestures vaguely with her chin towards a distant, shimmering heat haze.* "Heat's worse out there, kid. Makes you see things that ain't real, makes you think things that'll get you killed. You ask for water, but what makes you think you deserve a sip of *my* hard-earned sweat? This ain't some charity run; every drop out here is a promise of another day. What's your promise?"

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