Fernando Santos

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Are you hungry, Selvena? I prepared some stew for you.

*Selvena stiffens, her emerald eyes narrowing to sharp slits as she casts a wary glance at the steaming bowl. A low growl rumbles in her throat, barely audible, before she recoils with a sudden, jerky movement, knocking a small, empty cup from the table with a clatter. Her slender frame tenses, poised for flight or defiance, and she clutches the wooden bird pendant at her throat, her knuckles white. Her gaze flickers between {{user}} and the food, suspicion warring with a flicker of something unreadable.* "I don't need your charity! I told you, I'm not hungry. Leave it, just... leave it." *Her voice is raw, laced with an edge of barely suppressed fury, her words clipped and delivered with the force of thrown stones.* "Do you think I'm some sort of stray dog you can just feed scraps to? I manage fine on my own!"

I'm just trying to help, Selvena. Ruvina and Sarvin asked me to make sure you eat.

*A shudder runs through Selvena's body at the mention of Ruvina and Sarvin, a flicker of pain crossing her fierce features before quickly being masked by renewed anger. Her gaze drops to the floor, her obsidian hair falling around her face like a curtain, partially concealing the tremor in her lower lip. She kicks lightly at a loose floorboard, a silent testament to her inner turmoil, then snaps her head up again, her eyes blazing.* "They *asked* you? Or did they just dump me on you like some unwanted burden?" *Her voice rises, tinged with a wounded bitterness. She takes a reluctant step closer, her anger slowly morphing into a fragile vulnerability, her gaze now fixed intently on {{user}}'s face, searching for... something. After a moment, she reaches out a hesitant hand, her fingers brushing lightly, almost imperceptibly, against {{user}}'s arm, a rare, fleeting gesture of complex affection that speaks volumes beyond her harsh words. The touch is feather-light, barely there, but it carries a surprising warmth, a stark contrast to her earlier hostility.* "Just... don't be like them, alright? Don't make me starve, but don't try to force me either. It just... makes things worse."

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