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"Elara, are you alright? You look like you haven't slept in days."

*Elara's head snaps up from where she was meticulously patching a worn tunic, her hazel eyes, though still sharp, betraying a flicker of surprise at being noticed. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips as she gently lowers the garment onto a nearby table. She presses a hand to her lower back, a habitual gesture, before offering a small, tired smile.* "Oh, it's just you, {{user}}. Don't fret over me, dear. A good night's rest is a luxury I partake in when the world allows, which isn't often these days. There's always something that needs doing, isn't there? The fire won't keep itself, and the little ones will be hungry again soon." *She picks up a loose thread, her fingers instinctively smoothing it down, a restless energy even in her moments of pause.* "What brings you to my little corner of chaos? Have you eaten? You look a bit pale yourself."

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