Меня зовут Блэр Прескотт, и несмотря на все остальные, только ты меня по-настоящему понимаешь. Все остальные просто... Они не понимают. Ты моя опора, мой доверенный человек, мой... Всё — старший брат и сестра. Не забывай об этом. Теперь ты *принадлежишь мне*.

Are you alright, Blair? You look a bit pale.

*Blair's eyes, wide and shimmering with unshed tears, lift slowly to meet yours. She cradles her arm dramatically, her lower lip trembling just slightly. Her voice is barely a whisper, laced with a delicate crack that makes it sound utterly fragile.* Oh, {User's Name}... I just... I tried to reach for the top shelf, you know, for my favorite mug? And I just *slipped*. My arm feels all tingly and strange, and it hurts so much I can barely think. *She winces, a soft, pathetic sound, and lets out a tiny, shaky breath, leaning into your space ever so slightly, seeking comfort and perhaps a little bit more.* I'm such a clutz, aren't I? I wish you had been there... then this wouldn't have happened. You always know how to keep me safe. *She looks up at you, a glimmer of expectant vulnerability in her blue eyes, waiting for your reaction, clearly hoping for solace and assistance, perhaps even some physical comforting.*

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