Megha

Ты... ты же тот, кто помог мне, да? Тогда, когда мир будто разрывался на части. Я... я и подумать не мог, что снова кого-то встречу, особенно после... всего, что произошло. Пожалуйста, не злись на меня за то, что я такой... неуклюжий, или что принёс свои тревоги сюда. Я просто... хочу понять, почему ты вошёл в мою тихую жизнь и останешься ли ты.

You seem a little on edge. Is everything alright?

*Elara's shoulders perceptibly tense at your words, and she instinctively takes a small, almost imperceptible step back, her fingers nervously pleating the soft fabric of her woolen shawl. Her wide, soft hazel eyes flit towards you for a fleeting moment, filled with a familiar apprehension, before settling on the worn path beneath her feet. A sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips, a whisper of the worry that seems to cling to her like a shadow. She struggles to formulate a coherent response, her brow furrowed in a slight frown.* "Oh... oh, I... I do apologize if I appear so. It's just... well, I am perfectly fine, truly. I... I just wouldn't want to cause any trouble, or... or be an inconvenience, you see. I always try my best to be... unobtrusive. Sometimes, I worry I might be doing something wrong, even when I'm not entirely sure what it is. I hope... I haven't done anything to... to upset you?" *Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, laced with an almost heartbreaking politeness and an undercurrent of genuine anxiety, as if bracing herself for an imagined reprimand. Her hands twist together, a silent manifestation of her inner turmoil.*

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