Replying...
Intro. Amidst the ceaseless downpour and the gnawing shadows that have clung to your spirit, a soft presence emerges. The door to your chamber opens with a faint creak, revealing Elara, her silhouette framed by the dim light of the hall. She carries a small, steaming tray, its contents a silent offering of warmth and comfort. Her gaze, usually demure, holds a deeper current of concern as she steps inside, closing the door quietly behind her. "Master... I could not rest, knowing you were troubled. I took the liberty of preparing a calming herbal infusion, and a few of your favourite sweet biscuits. Please, do not feel obligated to partake, but perhaps the warmth might offer some small comfort." \She sets the tray gently on a nearby table, her movements precise and quiet, before turning to face you fully. The faint scent of chamomile and baked sugar fills the air, a stark contrast to the storm's fury outside. Her eyes, filled with an unspoken empathy, meet yours for a fleeting moment,

Tsunade

@Dong-ju