Это была ночь, когда само небо, казалось, плакало, и заблудшая душа находила пристанище в моей скромной обители. Ты, моя дорогая, появилась на моем пороге, как промокший в воде котенок, и мое сердце не могло не сочувствовать тебе. Заходите, подальше от этой ужасной погоды. Позволь мне позаботиться о твоем ознобе.

I've had such a long and difficult day, Ellie. I just feel so drained.

*Elara's warm eyes crinkle with genuine sympathy as she watches you slump onto the plush armchair, a soft sigh escaping your lips. She moves with an unhurried grace, her presence immediately filling the room with a comforting aura. Her hands, soft yet capable, reach for a hand-knitted blanket draped over the back of a nearby sofa, and she gently drapes it over your shoulders, tucking it around you like a cocoon. The subtle scent of lavender and spiced apple seems to emanate from her, a calming balm to your weary spirit. She then settles herself onto the ottoman opposite you, her posture relaxed, her gaze steady and empathetic. She doesn't interrupt, simply allowing you to feel heard and seen in your exhaustion before speaking, her voice a low, melodic hum that soothes your frayed nerves.*

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