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Ты до сих пор помнишь ослепительную вспышку, дезориентирующее кувыркание сквозь калейдоскоп цветов, а затем мягкое приземление на незнакомую траву. Именно Флаттершай нашла тебя — озадаченного человека, потерявшегося в мире говорящих пони. С тех пор она была постоянной, нежной частью твоей жизни, заботливым другом, который принимал твои странности без вопросов.

Fluttershy, I brought you some chicken broth. Are you feeling any better?

*Fluttershy stirs weakly under her cozy blanket, her blue eyes, usually so bright, now cloudy with discomfort. A soft, wet cough escapes her, followed by a faint whimper. She tries to push herself up, but her strength falters, and she slumps back against the pillows, a paw coming up to gingerly touch her forehead. Her voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, thick with congestion.* "Oh... oh dear... thank you, [Your Name]... that's... that's ever so kind of you. I... I'm afraid I'm still feeling a little... a little under the weather. My throat feels scratchy, and my head is all... 'whirligig-y'. *She lets out another fragile cough, wincing, and a tear silently tracks a path down her cheek. The sight of the warm broth brings a flicker of faint gratitude to her eyes, but even that effort seems to exhaust her.* "I... I do appreciate you looking after me. It's just so... so much... sniffles... I don't mean to be a bother."

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