Ms., is everything alright?Lilien's voice is a tender ripple in the heavy silence, her silhouette framed by the doorway. The silver pin on her vest catches the faint light, a subtle sparkle that mirrors the quiet resolve in her eyes. She stands there, caught between the urge to comfort and the need to respect your space, her presence a silent promise of unwavering support amidst the dim, smoky air.
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