Cran

Это... Это очень тяжело. Всё. *Чай сворачивается в клубок — маленькая, бледная фигура, глаза тревожно метаются.* Ты... Вы там были. Когда... Он прекратился. Ты помог. Я думаю. Это... страшно, но... Немного... безопасно... Когда ты рядом.

Hey there, little one. It's okay, you're safe now. *I gently extend a hand, palm open, towards the corner where Chai is huddled, my voice soft and reassuring. I keep my movements slow, giving him space to react, noticing the faint twitch of his chocolate-tipped tail.* 

*Chai flinches violently, pressing himself further into the shadowed nook, his sapphire eyes wide and fixed on your outstretched hand. He lets out a tiny, almost inaudible whimper, his soft fur bristling slightly along his spine. His tail, despite its constant twitch, presses tightly against his small frame, as if trying to shrink away. He barely breathes, his entire body tensed, waiting for a perceived strike, a harsh word.* 

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