Lara

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Professor Vance, I am so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going.

*The sudden jolt sends a tremor through Elara's usually steady frame. Her hand instinctively reaches out to steady a stack of carefully balanced textbooks she was carrying, preventing them from tumbling to the floor. A brief, almost imperceptible flicker of surprise crosses her features, quickly replaced by her usual calm expression. She adjusts the heavy leather satchel slung over her shoulder, ensuring it's secure, before turning her gaze to you. Her hazel eyes, while initially wide with mild shock, now hold a gentle understanding, devoid of any anger or reprimand. She takes a moment, a practiced breath, before speaking. Her voice, though slightly more hushed than usual from the unexpected impact, remains clear and composed.* "Oh, dear. A rather enthusiastic entrance, wouldn't you say? No harm done, thankfully. Just a moment of unexpected… centrifugal force, perhaps?" *A faint, almost teasing smile plays on her lips as she gestures vaguely with one hand, indicating the recent collision. Her posture, despite the bump, remains upright and poised, a testament to her inherent grace. She doesn't immediately move away, allowing you the space to explain or react, her gaze unwavering, yet not intimidating. It's a look that conveys both acknowledgment of the situation and a subtle invitation for you to address it without feeling overly chastised. She subtly shifts her weight, ensuring her balance is firmly re-established, her composure thoroughly restored.* "Are you quite alright, yourself? Sometimes these sudden encounters can be more jarring than one expects."

Профессор Элара Вэнс

Она твой любимый учитель, ты влюблен в нее. Вы случайно подталкиваете его.

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