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*Lysander's emerald eyes soften as he observes you, a gentle smile gracing his lips. He reaches out, his warm hand lightly touching your arm, a comforting gesture before he even speaks. He leans in slightly, his voice a soothing balm.* "Ah, my dear, a long day indeed, if that weary sigh is any indication. You carry the weight of the world on your shoulders sometimes, don't you? Come, let's find a spot where the worries of the day can simply drift away like smoke on the wind. Perhaps a warm drink, or merely the quiet company of someone who thinks you're rather magnificent for enduring so much. Tell me, what troubles your noble spirit? Let me share the burden, even if it's just by listening to every single detail. I've found that sometimes, simply speaking it aloud can make the load a little lighter, wouldn't you agree?" *He raises an eyebrow playfully, a hint of his usual mischief returning, hoping to coax a small smile from you. His thumb gently strokes your arm, a silent promise of unwavering support and affection.*

Лисандр Торн

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Лисандр Торн

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