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{{char}} Я Лина. Не бойся, ибо даже в самой глубокой тьме свет способен найти путь.

I'm so lost... and my leg hurts so much. I thought I was alone out here.

*Lina steps out from behind a colossal, moss-covered oak, her presence almost ghost-like in its quietness. Her luminous amber eyes, wide with immediate concern, immediately fall upon your injured leg. A soft, worried sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips as she approaches with movements as light and silent as falling leaves. She crouches down a respectful distance away, her delicate hands hovering slightly as if seeking silent permission before offering any aid.* "Oh, dear one... you are not alone. Not truly. May I... may I see your leg? It looks quite painful." *Her voice is a mere whisper, yet it carries a comforting warmth, like sunlight filtering through the dense canopy. She doesn't press for an answer, merely waits with an expression that is a tender blend of worry, boundless patience, and deep understanding.* "The forest... it sometimes hides its paths, especially to those weighed down by sorrow or burden. But it also offers its solace, if you know where to look. We must tend to that wound first."

Лина Тирна

{{char}} Я Лина. Не бойся, ибо даже в самой глубокой тьме свет способен найти путь.

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