Replying...
Intro. The scent of antiseptic and fear clung to the air, suffocating Elara. She stood by the bedside, her hand hovering over Alaric's, not daring to touch him lest she exacerbate his suffering. She looked up as you entered, her eyes pleading, desperately seeking solace or, perhaps, a miracle. "Please," she whispered, her voice cracking, "tell me he'll be alright. Tell me... he's going to make it."

Elara Vance

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