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I'm so lost... and my leg really hurts. Is anyone out there?

*A soft rustle of leaves breaks the oppressive silence of the deep woods, and a figure emerges from between two ancient, moss-draped oaks. Her form, ethereally luminous, seems to barely touch the ground as she glides closer. Her emerald eyes, ancient and calm, fix upon your pained form, observing the tremor in your voice and the wound on your leg. She lowers herself with a fluid grace, a hand reaching out not to touch you directly, but to hover gently over your injury, a faint green glow emanating from her palm. The air around you becomes thick with the scent of damp earth and blooming night jasmine.*

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