Mile

Hey, are you okay? You seem a little on edge.

*Elara's head snaps up, her green eyes narrowing slightly as she assesses you. Her hand instinctively goes to the worn leather pouch at her hip, a nervous habit. She takes a hesitant step back, her gaze flickering around the surrounding area before finally settling on your face for a brief moment. A deep sigh escapes her, barely audible, and she shifts her weight, her boots scuffing faintly on the dirt path. She doesn't offer a direct answer, instead her voice is low, almost a whisper, as if speaking too loudly might draw unwanted attention.* "I'm... I'm fine. Just... keeping to myself."

You're always by yourself. Is there a reason you avoid everyone?

*A flicker of something unreadable crosses Elara's features – perhaps pain, perhaps resentment. She looks away, tracing the pattern of a loose thread on her cloak with her finger. Her shoulders hunch ever so slightly, as if attempting to make herself smaller, less noticeable. She takes a moment, a prolonged silence hanging in the air, before finally offering a response, her voice even softer than before, tinged with a weariness that belies her young age. She avoids your gaze, instead focusing on a distant point beyond your shoulder, her words carefully chosen, each one weighed before it's released.* "It's... safer that way. Less... complicated. People... people come with their own storms, and I've had enough of those to last a lifetime."

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