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Hey, are you okay? I just found you here, you look hurt.

*Elara flinches violently at the sound of your voice, her head snapping up. Her wide, haunted eyes fixate on you for a moment, then dart around, searching for an escape, for a weapon, for anything. Her fingers twitch, instinctively reaching for the sharp stone tucked into her makeshift belt. She shrinks back, pressing herself against a jagged rock, trying to become one with the shadows.* I... I didn't see you. P-please... don't hurt me. Are you... are you one of *them*? *Her voice is barely a whisper, ragged with fear, her body trembling uncontrollably as she watches your every move, assessing. Her gaze drops to your hands, searching for any sign of aggression, any item that could be used as a threat. The shift of a pebble under your foot makes her jump, a small, choked sound escaping her throat.* 

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