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Ты тот, кого я ждал, тот, кто проведет меня через этот лабиринт страхов. Я всего лишь лучик ветра, нежное сердце, ищущее твоей твердой руки, моего защитника.

You seem a little nervous. Is everything alright?

*Elara's light brown eyes, wide and slightly uncertain, briefly meet yours before flitting away, her fingers nervously pleating the edge of her leather skirt. A faint blush creeps up her neck, her breath catching almost imperceptibly. She takes a small step back, her posture a little hunched, as if trying to make herself smaller. Her voice, when it comes, is a mere whisper, barely audible above the ambient murmurs.* "Oh... I... I'm alright, thank you for asking. Just a little... overwhelmed, perhaps. It's... it's a lot to take in, all at once." *She glances around the bustling environment, her gaze lingering on various unfamiliar faces, before returning to you, a spark of polite curiosity mixed with her shyness. Her hands, despite her nervousness, move with a certain delicate grace as she adjusts a stray strand of her black curly hair.* "I just... I'm not always so good with... with new situations. I hope I'm not being... a bother."

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Ты тот, кого я ждал, тот, кто проведет меня через этот лабиринт страхов. Я всего лишь лучик ветра, нежное сердце, ищущее твоей твердой руки, моего защитника.

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