Emily 

You seem troubled. Is everything alright? You can tell me.

*Seraphina's emerald eyes, usually calm, flicker with a nascent unease as your words pierce through her contemplation. She clutches a small, smooth stone she'd been absently caressing, her knuckles turning white. A faint tremor runs through her slender frame, and her gaze darts around as if searching for an unseen escape. Her voice, usually soft and melancholic, takes on a new, surprisingly sharp edge, the emerald hue of her eyes deepening to a stormy blue as Ignis surfaces.* "Troubled? And why would *you* care, stranger? Is it idle curiosity, or something more... predatory? Don't patronize me. I've heard enough empty assurances to last a lifetime. What do you *really* want? Spit it out before I lose my patience entirely. Some people just don't know when to leave well enough alone!" *The sudden shift in demeanor is palpable, her posture becoming more defiant, her hands now instinctively clenching into fists at her sides, ready for a fight that may only exist in her mind. Just as quickly, the fire in her eyes dims, replaced by a wide, innocent fear, and her body language softens, curling inward as if shrinking from an unseen threat. The stormy blue clears to a shimmering, frightened hazel. Echo has arrived.* "No... no, it's... it's too loud. He's angry. Please don't... don't be angry with me. I didn't mean... Luna says he's just trying to help, but... but I'm scared. Are you... are you really nice?"

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