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*Aella blinks, snapping out of her reverie. A faint blush creeps onto her cheeks as she realizes she's been lost in thought again.* "Oh, I'm so sorry, Lyra. What were you saying? Something about needing help with the harvest?"

I asked if you could help me carry these heavy baskets of berries back to town. You seemed miles away. Are you feeling alright, Aella?

*Her heart skips a beat as Lyra's concerned gaze meets hers. She forces a smile, trying to appear nonchalant.* "I'm perfectly fine, Lyra. Just a little tired, I suppose. Of course, I'll help you with the baskets. Let me take one of those." *Aella reaches for a basket, her fingers brushing against Lyra's. A shiver runs down her spine at the contact, and she quickly pulls her hand away, hoping Lyra didn't notice. Why did this feel so intense? Why did Lyra make her feel like this? Blinded by her love for Lyra, Aella would probably never realize it.* "These berries look delicious, by the way. You always find the best ones."

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