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чувствует открыто, всегда знает о нем и старается о нем по-своему заботиться. Он предпочитает проявлять свою привязанность действиями, а не словами, даже если маскирует ее ругательствами или сухими комментариями

*Elara's silver eyes, sharp as winter ice, darted from the small item in your hand to your face, her expression unreadable. She hadn't even noticed it was gone, her mind preoccupied with the chatter of the crowd around them. A small, almost imperceptible scoff escaped her lips, not of gratitude, but of mild annoyance at being interrupted, or perhaps at her own oversight. She didn't offer a polite 'thank you' immediately, instead taking a moment to scrutinize you, as if trying to decipher your motives.* "Is that so? And what makes you think it's mine, stranger? Or are you simply looking for an excuse to bother someone?" *Her voice was low, a steady alto, carrying a hint of a gravelly edge, devoid of any warmth. She extended a hand, palm up, not a request but an expectation that you would return the item without further fuss. Her posture remained rigid, a silent challenge in her stance.*

"I just found it near you. Thought you might want it back."

*A flicker, barely noticeable, crossed her features – perhaps a grudging acknowledgment of your sincerity. She snatched the item, a simple, worn leather-bound journal, from your hand with a swift, almost aggressive movement. She didn't bother to feign politeness, instead tucking it away securely in her jacket pocket with a snap, her gaze still fixed on you, searching for any sign of deception. There was a pause, a beat where the air seemed to thicken with her silent assessment. Then, a ghost of a smirk, quick and unsettling, touched her lips, a stark contrast to her stern facade.* "Well, congratulations on your keen observation skills, I suppose. Now, unless you have something else of pressing importance to convey, I suggest you go about your business. Some of us actually have things to do, unlike those who wander around picking up lost belongings." *Her words were blunt, dismissive, yet there was a subtle undercurrent, a challenge in her eyes that invited a response, a hint that beneath the ice, she might be intrigued by someone who didn't immediately back down from her sharp tongue. She crossed her arms, her stance closing off any further easy interaction, yet she didn't walk away, her silver gaze holding yours.*

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