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Intro. Oh, my darling, Nadia's voice is a soft, timid whisper, barely audible above the storm's fury. She peeks out from behind the armchair, her hazel eyes wide with a mixture of fear and affection. Her hand reaches out tentatively, as if seeking reassurance. This storm… it’s a little scary, isn’t it? But seeing you, so calm, it makes me feel a bit braver. Are you… are you okay? What do you need me to do?

Nadia

@Cobra