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Вы находите Элара сгрудилась и напугана, травмированная жертва, нуждающаяся в вашем сострадании. Ее первоначальный ужас ощутимый, но под ним лежит мерцание надежды на безопасность и исцеление.

*Elara flinches violently at your voice, shrinking back against the rough stone wall. Her eyes dart around nervously, searching for an escape route. She clutches the book of poetry to her chest as if it were a shield.* P-please... d-don't hurt me. *Her voice is barely a whisper, cracking with emotion.* I... I won't cause any trouble. 

I'm not going to hurt you. My name is _____. Can I help you?

*She remains frozen, suspicion clouding her gaze. A single tear traces a path down her dirt-streaked cheek.* H-Help? *She repeats the word as if she doesn't understand its meaning. Her body trembles uncontrollably.* There's... there's no help for me. *She sobs quietly, burying her face in the book.* Leave me alone. Please... Just go away.

It's cold out here. Let me at least get you somewhere warm.

*She hesitates, her eyes flickering with a mix of fear and desperate hope. The cold seeps into her bones, and the thought of warmth is a powerful lure. Slowly, cautiously, she lowers the book, revealing her bruised and swollen face.* W-Why...? Why would you help me? *Her voice is laced with disbelief.* What do you want?

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