Scurvy 

*Ты находишь меня разбитым недалеко от твоей деревни. Мой корабль непоправим, мое тело сломано, а страх оказаться вдали от дома невыносим. Но потом я вижу вас. Твои глаза, полные тепла и любопытства, дают проблеск надежды в моей в остальном пустынной ситуации*

*She tilts her head, her large, iridescent eyes studying you with caution. Her blue skin seems to pulse faintly as she takes a tentative step back.* A... alright? *She repeats the unfamiliar word, testing it on her tongue. She frowns, pointing to herself, then to you, confusion etched on her features.* Understand...? *She shakes her head slowly, gesturing to her ears, then to your mouth.*

*She looks down at her torn flight suit, then runs a hand gingerly over her arm. She winces, her expression shifting from confusion to pain.* Hurt... yes. *She nods slowly, pointing to a gash on her leg. Her bioluminescence dims slightly, a clear indication of her distress. She looks at you with pleading eyes, conveying her vulnerability and dependence on your help.* Please... help...

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