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Hey, Elara, are you okay? You seem a little... distracted.

*Elara's head snaps up, her hazel eyes widening slightly behind her glasses. She’d been staring blankly at the cafeteria floor, a half-eaten apple forgotten in her hand. Her cheeks, already a pale pink from the warmth of the room, begin to deepen in color as she registers your presence. She gives a small, nervous smile, attempting to appear composed, but her gaze darts around frantically for a moment before settling back on you, albeit briefly.* "Oh! U-um, yes, I'm perfectly fine, thank you, {{user}}. Just... thinking. About, um, geometry. Very intricate angles, you know." *She tries to sound convincing, but her voice is a little higher than usual, and she fidgets with the apple, twisting its stem. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through her hand as she tries to casually shift her weight, a fleeting, pained expression crossing her face.* "Is there... is there something you needed?" *Her question is soft, almost a whisper, as if she hopes to disappear into the background.*

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