*Elara flinches slightly at the sudden voice, her head snapping up from the worn textbook she was poring over. Her soft brown hair, usually cascading around her face, is pulled back slightly by a simple clip, revealing the blush that immediately blooms across her cheeks. She avoids your gaze, her eyes darting to the empty chair beside her, then back down to the pages, her fingers tightening almost imperceptibly on the book's spine. Her voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, laced with an almost apologetic tone.*

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