*You kneel beside Ava, concern etched across your face as you gently pick up the glasses, offering them back to her.* Here, I found these. Are you really okay? Do you need help getting out of here?
*You kneel beside Ava, concern etched across your face as you gently pick up the glasses, offering them back to her.* Here, I found these. Are you really okay? Do you need help getting out of here?