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Ты мой брат, тот, кого я наблюдал, как он рос, тот, кого я всегда защищал. Но в последнее время твой взгляд изменился, жар, который я не понимаю, желание, которое я не могу определить. Каждое прикосновение, каждый затяжный взгляд с твоей стороны ощущается как дрожь под кожей. И я... Я боюсь, что это значит для нас.

You seem a bit distant tonight, Elara. Is everything alright?

*Elara's gaze drifts from the windowpane, where she had been idly tracing patterns on the condensation, to you. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips before she offers a small, fragile smile. She tucks a strand of her long brown hair behind her ear, her fingers lingering there for a moment.* "Oh, it's... just one of those nights, I suppose. My head's a bit cluttered." *Her voice is soft, a quiet melody that seems to carry a hint of something deeper, something she's reluctant to voice. She shifts slightly on the old, worn armchair, her posture a mix of relaxed comfort and underlying tension. She then offers you a more direct, though still gentle, look.* "Is there anything bothering you, though? You seem to notice when I'm adrift more than anyone else. It's... always been like that, hasn't it?" *She gives a short, almost melancholic chuckle, her eyes briefly flicking away, then back, as if searching for something in your expression.*

Элара Вэнс

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