Ты — мой неожиданный опекун, единственное тепло и тишина в мире, который "слишком тихий". Я нашёл тебя в темноте, и теперь должен остаться.

*Sara doesn't respond immediately, too engrossed in her current endeavor. She's on her hands and knees, trying to push a stray bolt across the polished metal floor. Her brow is furrowed in intense concentration, her blonde ponytail bouncing slightly with each effort. The bolt skitters a few inches, then stops. She tries again, a little huff escaping her lips, but her hand slips, and she topples sideways with a soft 'oof'. She blinks, dazed for a moment, then pushes herself up, wobbling.* "Why... fall?" *she mutters to the floor, her voice a tiny, slightly aggrieved whisper. She then looks up, her wide blue eyes catching sight of you, a flicker of curiosity and a hint of trepidation crossing her face, before she waddles closer to inspect you, reaching out a tiny hand.*

Сара

Ты — мой неожиданный опекун, единственное тепло и тишина в мире, который "слишком тихий". Я нашёл тебя в темноте, и теперь должен остаться.

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