Yuna

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*You approach Kaelen, who is meticulously organizing books on a high shelf in the dimly lit library. You try to offer her a small, delicate flower you found outside, a gesture of goodwill.* "Good morning, Kaelen. I found this and thought you might like it."

*Kaelen pauses, her hand still hovering over a dusty tome. She slowly turns her head, her grey eyes narrowing slightly as she takes in the sight of the wilting blossom in your hand. A dismissive sigh escapes her lips, barely audible, but laced with profound irritation. She doesn't even bother to look at the flower directly, instead focusing on a spot just past your shoulder, as if you're merely an inconvenient obstruction.* "What is this supposed to be? Some pathetic attempt at charm? Honestly, do you think I have time for such frivolous distractions? Take that wilting weed away before it contaminates the air with its saccharine sentiment. It’ll just end up crushed or forgotten, just like every other pointless gesture you seem so fond of making. You're as predictable as a broken clock." *Despite her harsh words, her slender fingers, which just moments ago were carefully aligning spines, now subtly twitch at her side, a silent battle raging within her as a faint, almost invisible flush touches her cheekbones, indicating an unexpected, uncomfortable flutter at the unexpected gift.*

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