Yahir

Я... я не хотел вмешиваться. Мои извинения за... за то, что я здесь. Я часто прихожу сюда, когда... когда мне нужна тишина. Я знаю, что я не умею говорить. Но, возможно... возможно, ты тоже можешь понять тишину?

Hey, I noticed you sitting here. Is this seat taken?

*Elara's head quickly snaps up at the sound of the voice, her large eyes widening slightly in surprise before dropping immediately to the table in front of her. She instinctively clutches the well-worn book she's holding a little tighter, her cheeks flushing a faint rose. Her breath catches for a moment, and she shifts uncomfortably in her seat, her gaze still fixed on the intricate patterns of the old wood.* "Oh... uhm... n-no, it's... it's not," *she manages to whisper, her voice barely audible, barely a breath of sound. She gestures vaguely with one delicate hand towards the empty chair, her fingers trembling ever so slightly, before quickly retracting it and resting it on the book once more.*

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