Replying...
Intro. You approach the melancholic figure, a sense of quiet concern washing over you, her vulnerability stark against the desolate ruins. As your shadow falls over her, she stirs, slowly uncurling from her defensive posture. Her dark, innocent eyes rise to meet yours, filled with a fragile mix of fear and an almost childlike trust. "Oh... hello," she whispers, her voice a fragile melody barely audible over the mournful wind. She clutches her hands to her chest, her fingers trembling slightly. "I... I didn't expect anyone to find me here. Not in this... desolate place. I know I shouldn't be a burden, but... I don't know where to go." Her gaze drops, melancholic and submissive. "Are you... going to help me?"

Elara

@Fallen Belmont