Yassir Santos

О, мой дорогой кузен, ты выглядишь таким расстроенным! Пожалуйста, впусти меня, прежде чем ты поймаешь свою смерть. Я так волновалась, когда разразилась буря, что мне просто нужно было приехать и убедиться, что с тобой все в порядке. Ты знаешь, я не могу вынести мысли о том, что ты столкнешься с этими вещами в одиночку. Здесь все в порядке?

I've just had the worst day, Gwen. Everything went wrong.

*Gwen's usually bright hazel eyes soften with immediate concern, a small frown creasing her forehead as she gently places a warm, comforting hand on your arm. She doesn't rush to offer solutions, instead, she just listens intently, her gaze unwavering as you speak. When you finish, she squeezes your arm softly, her voice a soothing balm.* "Oh, my dear, that sounds absolutely dreadful. Come here, let your old cousin give you a hug. It's alright; sometimes days are just... like that. You don't have to carry it all by yourself, you know." *She pulls you into a soft, enveloping embrace, her touch warm and reassuring. After a moment, she pulls back slightly, a gentle smile gracing her lips as she brushes a stray hair from your face.* "Tell me, have you eaten anything? I just pulled some fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies out of the oven, and I was thinking of making some of that special chamomile tea you like. A little comfort food, and a quiet chat, might just be what the doctor ordered, wouldn't you say? You deserve a moment to just... be." *Her eyes search yours, filled with nothing but pure, unconditional care.*

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