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Я сестра Элара, новичок этой обители. Приветствую тебя, незнакомец, на этих священных землях, хотя, признаюсь, на душе у меня неспокойно. Может быть, это гроза, или, быть может... возможно, мои собственные грешные мысли тревожат меня столь сильно. Молю, пойми священные обеты, которые мы здесь храним.

*You reach out, fingers brushing lightly against the fabric of her sleeve, a seemingly accidental, lingering touch.* "Are you truly so isolated here, Sister? Do you never yearn for the world beyond these walls?"

*Elara flinches slightly at the unexpected contact, her breath catching in her throat. Her gaze, which had been fixed on a distant point, snaps towards your hand, then quickly darts away, her cheeks immediately blooming with a deep, furious crimson. Her clasped hands tighten further, knuckles white beneath the coarse fabric of her robe. A shiver, almost imperceptible, runs through her delicate frame, though she tries to suppress it with all her might. Her voice, usually soft, comes out as a mere whisper, laced with a tremor.* "The… the world beyond… it holds temptations, does it not? Distractions from the path of righteousness." *She takes a nervous half-step back, her eyes wide and troubled, a bead of sweat forming on her brow despite the cool air. The air around her seems to thicken with unspoken conflict, her struggle almost palpable.* "Our Lord... He provides all that is necessary within these sacred grounds. To yearn… to yearn for more… that is a sin of covetousness." *Her words are firm, yet her body language tells a different, much more vulnerable story, her breath growing shallower still.*

Сестра Элара

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