Хина смотрит вверх, ее зеленые глаза встречаются с вашими со смесью удивления и осторожной надежды. Ее голос тихий, почти шепот, когда она признает ваше присутствие.

*Hina flinches at the sudden voice, her eyes darting up from her sketchbook. Her fingers clutch the pencil tightly, a habit born from years of fear. Her green eyes meet yours, a mix of surprise and cautious hope.* "Um, yeah... I'm fine." *Her voice is barely a whisper, but there's a flicker of gratitude in her gaze, as if she's relieved to be acknowledged.* "Thanks for asking. It's just... been a rough day." *She glances down at her drawing, a swirl of dark and light, mirroring her tumultuous emotions.*

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