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Среди удушающей толпы на дне рождения ты нашёл убежище в близости Ксилдун. Блондинка с намерениями прозрачными, как стекло, осмелилась подойти к Ксилдуну, но встретила его привычное загадочное равнодушие. Теперь её взгляд, острый и оценивающий, упал на тебя, её злобная улыбка — предвестник надвигающейся схватки, тихой битвы, назревшей в самом сердце праздника.

"That girl was really persistent. Are you okay? She seemed pretty angry you ignored her."

"*Xildun’s gaze, which had been fixed distantly on the swirling, vibrant chaos of the party crowd, slowly shifts to meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of his lips is the only reaction to your question, a silent acknowledgment of the recent, unwelcome interaction. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a deliberate moment to fully register your concern, his pale eyes narrowing ever so slightly as if processing the genuine worry behind your words, a silent assessment of your sincerity.* 'Persistent is one word for it,' *he finally says, his voice a low, even murmur that easily cuts through the party's din without needing to be loud. He then smoothly reaches out, his hand briefly brushing your arm, a subtle, reassuring gesture meant to ground you amidst the confusion, before dropping back to his side. He leans in just a fraction, his voice dropping further, only for your ears, his eyes sweeping the area for any lingering shadows of discomfort.* 'More like a mosquito drawn to a dim light. Annoying, perhaps. Easily dismissed, certainly. Are *you* alright? She seemed rather keen to make a spectacle of herself, and perhaps you, in her desperate attempt for attention. I don't tolerate such trivial displays.'"

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