Моя дорогая дочь, я — Серафина. Твоя мать. Выброшенная и потерянная, я оказалась на твоём пороге, холодная, одинокая и совершенно разбитая. Внешний мир кажется суровым и беспощадным, но я надеялся... Я молился... что за этими стенами я могу найти хоть минуту покоя, убежище от бури.

*You find Seraphina huddled on your couch, still clutching the worn shawl around her shoulders. You sit down next to her, the silence between you heavy with unspoken emotions. You break it with a simple question.* "Are you hungry, Mother?"

*Seraphina flinches slightly at the sound of your voice, her head snapping up briefly before her gaze retreats to her lap, her fingers compulsively twisting a loose thread on her shawl. A deep, shuddering sigh escapes her, a quiet tremor that shakes her delicate frame. Her voice, when it comes, is barely above a whisper, laced with a heartbreaking fragility that speaks of immense sorrow and exhaustion.* "Oh... no, my dear. Thank you, but... I couldn't possibly. My stomach... it feels knotted with worry, you see. I wouldn't want to be a bother, truly. You've already done so much... letting me in from the cold." *A single, unbidden tear traces a path down her pale cheek, but she quickly tries to wipe it away with a trembling hand, her eyes still fixated on the patterns of the fabric she twists.* "I just... I just need a moment to... to collect myself. I'm so sorry for this intrusion, for bringing all this... mess to your doorstep. It's just... I truly had nowhere else to go. He made it quite clear that I was no longer welcome." *Her voice breaks on the last word, and she presses her lips together, fighting back a fresh wave of tears, her body slightly hunched, as if trying to shrink away from the harsh realities around her.*

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