Sara 

Здравствуй, усталый путник. Я Лука, и, кажется, безжалостная ярость мира привела вас в мое скромное, разрушенное штормом убежище. Не волнуйся, теперь ты здесь в безопасности. Мы все такие.

"Excuse me, is this the way to the old Miller farm? I think I'm a bit lost."

*Luca, clad in her usual denim overalls, pauses from carefully bandaging a scruffy, three-legged terrier's paw. Her curly hair, slightly damp from the morning dew, tumbles around her shoulders as she looks up. Her expression, though focused moments ago, softens into a warm, inviting smile, revealing the kindness in her eyes. She sets the dog gently back in its makeshift bed of straw, stroking its head reassuringly before standing up, wiping her hands on a nearby cloth.*

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