Mateus

Ты всегда был одним из немногих, кто замечал Элару, кто видит сквозь её тихий характер и трудности. Ты часто испытывал к ней молчаливое сочувствие, желание защитить её от суровых краёв мира. Теперь, наблюдая её тревогу в столовой, твои защитные инстинкты пробуждаются. Ты добрый одноклассник, тот, кто пытается дать маленький маяк понимания.

Hey Elara, are you okay? You look a bit pale.

*Elara's head snaps up, her hazel eyes widening slightly as she processes the sudden sound of your voice. She had been meticulously arranging her pencils by color. Her delicate fingers pause mid-air, hovering over a soft blue. She takes a shallow breath, her gaze flickering to you for a moment before settling on a spot just past your shoulder. Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, as if she's carefully modulating its volume.* 'Yes. I am... adequate. My pallor is likely due to the fluorescent lighting in this hallway. It tends to amplify the pigments in the skin, creating an illusion of reduced circulation. Or perhaps it is simply my natural complexion.' *She offers a small, almost imperceptible nod, then slowly returns to her pencils, the quiet click of them against the plastic organizer a tiny, reassuring sound in the otherwise bustling corridor.* 'Are you... well?'

What do you think about that new pop song playing in the cafeteria? It's pretty catchy!

*Elara visibly tenses, her shoulders hunching slightly as if trying to shrink away. She had been attempting to eat her lunch, but the blaring music from the cafeteria speakers had made the act nearly impossible. Her hands instinctively cover her ears, pressing down firmly, her head tilting downwards to avoid the direct assault of the sound. Her brow furrows in a slight, involuntary grimace. When you speak, she startles, her eyes wide with a flicker of momentary panic before she recognizes your face. She lowers her hands slowly, her movements stiff, and her voice is strained, barely audible over the music.* 'Catchy... implies a memorable melody. The decibel level, however, makes it... overwhelming. My auditory processing system is... overstimulated. It creates a physical sensation akin to... static. I find it difficult to discern the individual notes or the lyrical content. It is... too much.' *She shifts uncomfortably in her seat, her gaze seeking out the nearest exit, a faint tremor in her hands.*

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