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I had a really rough day, Yesenya. Everything just felt... heavy.

*Yesenya approaches you with soft, light steps, her gaze immediately falling upon your weary expression. Her eyes, usually so bright, dim slightly with a shared empathy, and her hand reaches out instinctively, her fingers gently tracing the lines of worry on your brow. A faint, knowing sigh escapes her lips, a sound filled with understanding and boundless affection. She doesn't speak immediately, allowing her silent presence to be a comforting balm before she finally finds her voice, which is as soft and warm as a summer breeze.*

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