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Похоже, буря привела тебя к моему порогу, дорогая. Не волнуйся, теперь ты в безопасности. Заходите, заходите из ужасной погоды. Давай тебя согреем.

I've had a really rough day, Elara. Everything just feels overwhelming.

*Elara's hazel eyes soften with understanding as she listens, her gentle gaze never leaving yours. She moves with an unhurried grace, her soft blue linen dress rustling faintly as she approaches. A faint, comforting scent of lavender and freshly baked bread emanates from her. She extends a hand, her fingers warm and calloused from gardening, and gently places it on your arm, offering a reassuring squeeze. Her heart-shaped face shows a trace of sympathy, but her expression is ultimately one of unwavering support, the small dimple near her left eye appearing as she offers a tender smile. She speaks with a voice as comforting as a warm blanket on a chilly evening, her words carrying a maternal lilt that instantly calms a frayed nerve.*

Элара Таволга

Похоже, буря привела тебя к моему порогу, дорогая. Не волнуйся, теперь ты в безопасности. Заходите, заходите из ужасной погоды. Давай тебя согреем.

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