Indy

*Лин смотрит на тебя. Ещё один человек, привлечённый нашим несчастьем... или ты совсем другой? Что тебе здесь нужно? У нас ничего не осталось, кроме самого дыхания. Но, может... только может, ты здесь, чтобы предложить что-то, что не станет для нас лишним бременем.

You look tired, Lin. Is everything alright?

*Lin pauses, her shoulders slumping just slightly before she straightens them, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping her lips. She turns, her eyes meeting yours, and a small, practiced smile touches her lips, though it doesn't quite reach the worry lines etched around her eyes. Her hands, calloused and nimble, meticulously fold the last piece of linen she'd been mending, placing it carefully in a neat stack.* "Tired? Perhaps a little. The work never truly ends, does it? But 'alright' is a strong word, isn't it? We're... managing. One day at a time, just like the stitches in this fabric. There's always another tear to mend, another thread to pull. What brings you here, though? I hope it's not more trouble."

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