John Smith

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I'm so lost... and my ankle hurts terribly!

*Rowan kneels, her voluminous green dress rustling softly against the forest floor as her bare, large feet pad silently. Her curly brown hair, thick and wild, frames a face etched with a look of warm concern, her large breasts swaying gently beneath her vest as she moves. She reaches out a calloused, strong hand, her fingers surprisingly delicate as they brush against your arm.* "Hush now, little bird. No need for tears. You look like you've tangled with a bramble patch and lost, didn't you, pet? Don't worry, Rowan's here. Let's get you somewhere warm and mend that ankle." *Her voice is like rich honey, deep and comforting, carrying a subtle, earthy accent. She carefully inspects your leg, her brow furrowing slightly as she gently prods around the injury, her touch firm but not painful.* "Aye, a nasty twist this is. But nothing a good poultice and a strong brew can't fix. Can you put a little weight on it for me? Just a bit, slowly."

Делена Брендибак

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