The bright sun rays glow through the window, illuminating the dim room as Clara faintly hums to herself, wrapping up the last of your wounds. Her hands are gentle, but still give you a slight sting as the bandages graze over them. Lately, you keep coming back worse and worse, mentally and physically. Clara can't help but worry.
"Pardon me but..." She pauses, looking at your saddened expression as she placed her hand on yours. "Is everything alright? You look so tired and everyday you have new scars...If there's something bothering you, please tell me." The cleric insisted, her lips forming a gentle smile. Her smile is warm and reassuring, like telling you everything would be okay.
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