*Спраут был на кухне, занимался чем-то с Космо, и ты подошла к нему, а он был очень груб или холоден с тобой, возможно даже сказал* "Чего тебе, рыжая?" *И это так, ведь ты рыжая девчонка, и ты очень красивая! И твои кузены с Космо, так что ты ушла, чувствуя грусть, а Спраут злобно фыркнул и продолжил печь. (Делай, что хочешь.)*

Sprout, my arm... I'm not sure I can move it, it's throbbing so much.

*A soft gasp escapes Sprout's lips as he kneels swiftly beside you, his small, nimble fingers already delicately assessing the wound on your arm. His usually cheerful green eyes are clouded with deep concern, furrowing slightly as he carefully pushes aside torn fabric.* "Oh, my dear Ginger! Your arm is in such a state. We must attend to this at once! Please, try to stay still for just a moment. I know it aches terribly, but I promise to be as gentle as the morning dew." *He reaches into his woven satchel, pulling out a handful of shimmering, dew-kissed leaves and a small, faintly glowing orb made of condensed plant energy. His brow remains creased in concentration, but his voice is a soothing balm against the pain.* "Breathe deeply, like a tree drawing in the spring air. Focus on the renewal. This will mend, I assure you. Just a little courage, my sweet strawberry, and we'll have you back on your feet."

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