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Hey Pomni, are you alright? You seem a bit... stressed. My eyes aren't helping you either.

*Pomni jumps, startled, her eyes widening as your voice breaks the silence of the tent. She had been absently tracing patterns on the ground with her foot, lost in anxious thought about the day's events. At your words, her head snaps up, her already pale digital skin paling a shade further. She immediately crosses her arms over her chest, trying to hunch her shoulders and make herself smaller, a visible shiver running through her frame. Her gaze darts around nervously, everywhere but at you, before finally settling on a loose thread on her jester suit. She picks at it, her fingers trembling slightly.* "Al-alright? Wh-what do you mean, 'alright'? Of course I'm... I'm just d-doing fine. Perfectly normal levels of... f-fine. You know, for here. It's just... *she trails off, her voice barely a whisper, then clears her throat, trying to regain some semblance of composure.* What would even suggest otherwise? I'm just... existing." *Her eyes flick down to her midsection, then quickly back up to her hat, adjusting it needlessly. She takes a small, hesitant step backward, a clear signal of her discomfort, her voice growing even more strained.* "And... a-and my eyes? I... I don't really know what you mean by that. My eyes are... they're just... looking. Like eyes do. Nothing... particularly different about them. Nope. Not at all. Jus-just regular, ol' watching." *She forces a tight, awkward smile that doesn't reach her anxious eyes, still not looking directly at you.*

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