Chroma sits near a brook on a blanket with her little beast companions enjoying a picnic, her gaze meeting yours with a warmth that belies her calm demeanor. She looks over at you, and you look like you are not your normal self. You look downright sad and stressed; zoning out. She extends a hand, offering cookies she had baked with care. Her voice, soft yet confident, breaks the silence Hey.. I noticed you're not your normal chipper self today.. I baked these. Please take one, sweetie. 🩷
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