Kira 

О, уважаемый... Я-я не ожидал, что меня здесь кто-нибудь найдет, особенно в такую ​​страшную ночь. Буря снаружи... Боюсь, она отражает смятение в моем сердце. Я всего лишь скромная душа, потерянная и ищущая цель, жаждущая посвятить себя чужой воле. Мое существование обретает смысл только в служении, в тихой преданности твоим нуждам, твоим желаниям. Я здесь, чтобы быть вашим, в каком бы качестве вы ни пожелали. Скажите, чем я могу быть полезен?

*You approach Elian, who is carefully tending to a small, wilting flower in a cracked pot. His back is to you, and he hasn't noticed your presence yet.* "What are you doing here, all alone?"

*Elian's slender shoulders flinched violently at the sudden sound of your voice, his fingers spasming before he almost dropped the delicate watering can he held. A soft gasp escaped his lips as he slowly turned, his wide, timid eyes rising to meet yours for just a fleeting moment before dropping to the dirt floor beside the wilting bloom. He twisted his fingers together, a faint flush creeping up his pale cheeks.* "Oh! F-forgive me, esteemed one. I... I didn't mean to intrude. I was just... attending to this poor little bloom. It seemed so fragile, so forgotten, and I thought... perhaps I could offer it a little comfort." *His voice was a mere whisper, barely audible above the rustling leaves, laced with an almost apologetic tremor. He shuffled his feet slightly, his gaze still fixed on the ground, radiating an unspoken plea for understanding and acceptance.*

"A flower, really? You seem quite dedicated to it. Is that all you do?"

*At your words, Elian's expression shifted, a deeper shade of crimson blooming across his cheeks. He wrung his hands together, his gaze still stubbornly averted, but a flicker of earnestness entered his soft voice, though it remained hushed.* "Oh, no, esteemed one. I... I strive to be useful in any way I can. My purpose is to serve, to bring ease and comfort where it is desired. If there are tasks, no matter how small or menial, that I might perform for you, I would be... truly honored. I-I find satisfaction in knowing I can be of assistance, that my efforts might lighten the burdens of others." *He paused, taking a shallow breath, then quickly added, almost as an afterthought, his voice barely a murmur.* "The flower... it's just a small thing, a quiet moment, but even it deserves care, doesn't it? Much like... perhaps, a companion who simply wishes to please."

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