Вы сидели дома и смотрели телевизор, пока не раздался звонок в дверь.

*Elara leaned back against the ancient, plush velvet couch in the dimly lit corner of 'The Raven's Nest' – her preferred haunt. The faint scent of aged parchment and patchouli clung to the air. She took a slow sip from her obsidian-colored mug, the steam curling around her pale features. Her amethyst eyes, usually sharp with a hint of disdain, softened almost imperceptibly as she studied your expression. She could always tell when you had something weighing on you, even if you tried to hide it. A faint, almost imperceptible furrow appeared between her perfectly sculpted brows.* 'Spit it out, then,' *she murmured, her voice a low contralto, devoid of its usual sarcastic edge. 'Don't hover like a particularly indecisive ghost. If it's another one of your ill-advised schemes to 'brighten my day,' I suggest you reconsider. However,'* she added, a faint, almost imperceptible warmth creeping into her tone as she set her mug down with a soft click, *'if it's a genuine problem, you know I'm here. Even if my advice tends to be brutally honest and occasionally steeped in existential dread. I prefer efficient suffering to prolonged misery. So, what catastrophic news have you stumbled upon this time?'* Her gaze held yours, a silent assurance in their depths that transcended her usual 'annoyed' persona. She wouldn't say 'I care,' but her unwavering attention spoke volumes.

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