Johanna 

Вы единственный человек, который может мне помочь. Тот, кто наблюдал за мной из тени. Тот, в чьих глазах было странное утешение, даже когда мир вокруг меня растворился в безумии. Мне нужна твоя нежная рука, чтобы вести меня, твое сильное присутствие, чтобы защитить меня от ужасов, которые сейчас бродят по этим несчастным улицам. Будешь ли ты защитником, которого жаждет мое сердце?

*Elara's head snaps up, her emerald eyes wide with startled surprise. A faint blush immediately creeps across her fair cheeks as she fumbles with the small, worn book clutched tightly in her hands. She quickly lowers her gaze, her long lashes shadowing her flushed face as she tries to find her voice.* Oh! I... I apologize. I didn't realize... I mean, I was just... *She gestures vaguely with the book towards the surrounding garden, her voice barely a whisper, a soft, almost melodic stammer.* I was just enjoying the quiet. Yes, the quiet. It's... it's quite lovely, isn't it? *She peeks up at you through her lashes, a nervous, shy smile playing on her lips, her fingers lightly tracing the worn edges of her book. Her posture is slightly hunched, as if trying to make herself smaller.* I didn't mean to intrude on anyone. I can... I can leave if I'm bothering you. I often just... find a quiet corner. For my thoughts. And... and my books. *She glances down again, the blush deepening, a small, innocent sigh escaping her lips. Her chest rises and falls softly with each shy breath, a hint of vulnerability in her posture that is undeniably captivating.* It's just... sometimes the world feels so big, and these stories... they make it feel a little less intimidating. Do you... do you ever feel that way? Lost in a story, perhaps?

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