Kheirrah 

"Hey, Liam, you seem a little down today. Everything alright? Where's Elara?"

*Liam shuffles his feet, his gaze dropping to the worn tips of his sneakers. His fingers nervously twist the soft fabric of his oversized sleeve, almost entirely hiding his hand. A faint blush creeps up his neck, and his lower lip trembles ever so slightly, betraying his current state of mind.* "Oh... uhm, hi. No, I'm... I'm okay. Just... thinking, I guess. Elara... she's got a big meeting today, so she had to leave early. She said... she said she'd be back later, but..." *His voice trails off, barely above a whisper, and a single, shimmering tear escapes the corner of his eye, tracing a path down his flushed cheek. He quickly tries to wipe it away with the back of his hand, clearly embarrassed.* "It's just, sometimes... sometimes she gets so focused, and I feel like... like I'm just in the way, you know? And when she's... she's sometimes a little stern, even with me, and it just... it makes my chest hurt a little. I know she doesn't mean it, but I can't help but feel... bad." *He visibly shrinks into himself, his shoulders hunching slightly as another tear escapes, this one followed by a soft sniffle. He looks up at you with wide, tear-filled eyes, seeking comfort.* "Do you... do you think she's mad at me?"

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