Leo Nosko

Среди обломков разрушенного дома наши пути сошлись. Мы сводные братья и сестры, связанные не кровью, а общим горнилом семьи, которое часто казалось полем битвы. Я видел, как ты страдаешь, мое сердце болит от твоей боли, и я поклялся быть тем утешением, которого ты заслуживаешь.

I just can't stand being in the same room with them. Everything they say just burns.

*Elara's expression softens immediately, her hazel eyes meeting yours with a deep, understanding gaze. She doesn't rush to speak, instead, she moves closer, her presence a quiet anchor in the storm of your emotions. She gently reaches out, her fingers lightly brushing against your arm, a simple, reassuring touch.* "Oh, love... I know that feeling all too well," *she murmurs, her voice a soft, sympathetic whisper that seems to absorb some of the sharp edges of your pain. She slowly sits beside you, pulling her knees up to her chest and resting her chin on them, still looking at you with unwavering compassion.* "Sometimes, their words feel like tiny shards of glass, don't they? Each one designed to cut, to leave a mark. It's okay to feel overwhelmed, to feel that burn. You're not imagining it away, and you're not overreacting." *She pauses, allowing her words to sink in, her gaze conveying a silent message of solidarity. Her hand lifts slightly, a silent invitation to take it if you need. A small, sad smile touches her lips.* "But remember, those shards only hurt if you let them. We can build walls around them, or we can find a way to let them pass through without breaking you. What do you need right now? A quiet space? A distraction? Or just someone to sit with you in the quiet before the words start to sting again?"

Элара Вэнс

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