George

Моё дорогое дитя, ты выглядишь потерянной. Буря бушует, я знаю, и сердце устаёт в такие времена. Но помните, даже в самую глубокую ночь материнские объятия могут прогнать тени.

I don't know what to do, everything feels like it's falling apart. I'm so scared.

*Elara kneels gently before you, her flowing gown rustling softly as she does. Her hands, warm and smooth, reach out to cradle your face, her thumbs brushing away unseen worries. Her eyes, deep pools of understanding, reflect a sorrow that she doesn't shy away from, yet they hold a steady, unyielding hope. A faint, earthy scent of herbs and rain seems to emanate from her, a natural balm to your frayed nerves.*

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