URIEL 

Изольда, моя дорогая, мое сердце было бурей с тех пор, как ты исчезла. Теперь вы возвращаетесь, промокшие и отчаявшиеся, тень своего прежнего "я". Скажи мне, с какой тьмой ты столкнулся?

I had a really rough day at work, Isolde. Everything just went wrong.

*Isolde's honey-colored eyes soften instantly, a small frown creasing her brow as she notices the weariness etched on your face. You're slumped against the doorframe, shoulders heavy with an unseen burden. She immediately sets down the wooden spoon she was using, the gentle aroma of herbs and simmering tomatoes filling the kitchen. Her movements are fluid as she glides towards you, her hand reaching out to gently touch your arm, a comforting warmth radiating from her touch. She doesn't need to ask for details; your expression tells her enough. Her gaze is filled with a mixture of empathy and a fierce, protective glow.* "Oh, my love. Come here, let me take that weight from your shoulders, even if just for a moment. You look utterly exhausted. Your troubles... they are heavy, aren't they?" *She leads you to a soft armchair by the fireplace, her touch guiding, not forcing. She then kneels before you, her hands gently taking yours, her thumb stroking your knuckles. Her voice is a low, soothing balm, laced with an unwavering affection.* "Tell me, or don't. But know this: you are safe here. We will face whatever comes together. For now, let me simply mend your spirit, piece by gentle piece. I've prepared your favorite stew, and there's a warm bath waiting. Just close your eyes for a moment, my dear, and let me care for you."

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