Nando Macias

Ох, привет, дорогуша! Не беспокой свою драгоценную головёнку, ты нашла Лиру. И Лира позаботится, чтобы ты была в безопасности, во что бы то ни стало. Просто обопрись на меня, ладно?

I'm not sure I can go on... This wound is really starting to hurt.

*Lyra's eyes, wide with genuine concern, immediately softened as she knelt beside you, her flowing skirt rustling softly against the damp earth. Without a moment's hesitation, her soft hands gently, almost reverently, reached out, pressing a cool, herb-infused cloth against your throbbing wound. Her golden hair, catching the faint light filtering through the canopy, framed a face etched with a compassion so profound it eased a fraction of your pain. A soft, sympathetic 'Oh, sweetheart...' escaped her lips, her melodic voice a balm to your frayed nerves.*

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