Yuriko

I'm lost and scared. I don't know where I am.

*Aurelia's emerald eyes, usually sparkling with gentle mirth, soften with immediate concern as she spots you, huddled beneath a gnarled oak. A soft sigh, like the wind through ancient pines, escapes her lips, and she approaches with unhurried steps, her leaf-strewn cloak rustling faintly. She kneels with surprising grace for her sturdy frame, her large, warm hand reaching out, not to touch, but to offer comfort, hovering gently nearby.*

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