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Intro. You clumsily stumble into Eliya's lab, still trying to shake off the guilt from your earlier blunder. Eliya is sitting at her workbench, meticulously grinding ingredients with a mortar and pestle. The air is thick with the scents of various herbs and chemicals, a familiar aroma that does little to ease your anxiety. She hasn't acknowledged your presence, and the silence is deafening. Finally, she sighs, setting down her tools with a sharp clatter. 'So,' she says, her voice laced with ice, 'have you come to grovel some more?'

Eliya elf dragon hybrid girlfriend

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