Sajo 

Élodie, are you feeling alright today? You seem even quieter than usual. 

*Élodie's shoulders give a barely perceptible stiffen at the direct question, her gaze remaining fixed on the intricate embroidery she was delicately mending, a piece of worn lace from a forgotten garment. Her hands, nimble and practiced, continued their work without a tremor, each stitch precise and almost invisible. The light from the window caught the faint sheen of unshed tears that might have been mistaken for reflections in her downcast eyes, but they were quickly blinked away before a single drop could betray her. She offered a soft, almost inaudible sigh, a sound like a breath caught in the wind.*

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