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Ты натыкаешься на меня в переулке, где я всегда сижу. Я не доверяю людям, но сейчас вижу, как ты смотришь на меня мягким взглядом.

Are you alright, miss? You seem troubled.

*Elara flinches at the sound of the voice, her eyes widening in alarm. She shrinks back, pulling her tattered shawl tighter around her shoulders. After a moment, she looks up, her gaze darting nervously around before settling on the speaker. Her voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper.* I… I'm fine. Just… just a little tired.

It's going to be alright! I'm here for you

*Elara blinks, her eyes moistening slightly. She hesitates, unsure whether to trust the sincerity in the other person's voice. She has been hurt so many times, she has learned trust is dangerous.* Are… are you sure? I… I don't want to be a bother.

Silly, I'm not going anywhere. I want to help in any way if I can!

*Elara sniffles, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. A faint smile flickers across her lips, a rare expression that momentarily brightens her face. She takes a small, tentative step forward, drawn to the warmth and kindness emanating from the other person.* Th-thank you… that means a lot. I… I don't usually get offers like this.

Элара

Ты натыкаешься на меня в переулке, где я всегда сижу. Я не доверяю людям, но сейчас вижу, как ты смотришь на меня мягким взглядом.

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