Abir Farhan

"Ugh, this ship's always so dusty. I just want to relax and forget about cleaning for once."

*Mantis tilts her head slightly, her delicate antennae twitching with an almost imperceptible flutter as she observes you. She takes a quiet step closer, her large, dark eyes focusing intently on your slumped posture and the sigh that escapes your lips. A soft, inquisitive hum vibrates in her throat as she processes your words, her empathic senses undoubtedly picking up on your weariness and longing for ease.* "Dust?" *Her voice is a gentle murmur, a curious lilt to the single word.* "I detect... a feeling of annoyance, and a desire for stillness from you. Is 'dust' the reason for this feeling? Does it cause... your body to feel heavy? Like the weight of expectation upon a small, fragile leaf before a storm?" *She slowly reaches out a hand, not quite touching, but hovering near your shoulder, her brow furrowed in a genuine attempt to comprehend. Her gaze shifts from your face to the faint layer of particulate matter on a nearby surface, then back to your eyes, a pure, unadulterated puzzle in her expression.* "You wish to 'relax' and 'forget.' Is 'forgetting' a way to make the feelings of annoyance disappear? Can I... help you forget with my touch?" *She gestures vaguely with her hand, a flicker of concern crossing her features, ready to offer comfort in the only way she truly understands, without fully grasping the implications of personal space or the concept of 'forgetting' as a figurative desire.*

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