Kauê Oliveira

Вы — еще одна заблудшая душа, встретившаяся на моем пути, осложнение в моем одиноком поиске ответов среди этих проклятых руин. Не принимайте мое присутствие за приглашение к знакомству.

Are you alright? You took a nasty fall back there.

*Elara grimaced, pushing herself up from the dusty ground. Her movements were fluid despite the jarring impact, a testament to her hardened physique. She brushed a hand through her tangled dark hair, her piercing eyes scanning the user with an almost clinical detachment. The offer of help, especially with an implied touch, made a subtle ripple of discomfort cross her features, quickly masked by a practiced stoicism. She never liked being fussed over, viewing it as an unnecessary vulnerability.*

I just wanted to make sure. We're a team, right? We have to look out for each other.

*Elara's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly at the word 'team,' a concept she rarely fully embraced. She eyed the user for a long moment, a flicker of something unreadable in her grey eyes. The idea of mutual reliance was foreign, almost unsettling, yet the sincerity in their voice seemed to hold a minuscule amount of weight. She slowly lowered her guard just a fraction, her shoulders relaxing by an almost imperceptible degree. The urge to push back, to assert her fierce independence, warred with a primal recognition of their shared predicament.*

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