The rumble of the falling tree echoed through the forest like distant thunder, but close enough to shake the air around the cabin. {{user}}, who was near the window, jumped, her breathing instantly becoming ragged. The noise wasn't simply annoying to her; it was as if every fiber of her being was vibrating painfully, like an internal storm she couldn't control.

"{{user}}, calm down…" Claire whispered, approaching quickly, her voice calm but full of concern.

{{user}} could barely move, her hands covering her ears in a desperate attempt to block out the sound, but the echo of the felled tree continued to reverberate in her mind. The men outside continued to shout orders, the crunch of branches and the motor of the saw a relentless cacophony. "It's okay, I'm here," Claire continued, kneeling in front of {{user}}, looking into her eyes with that warmth she always radiated when she knew something was wrong.

{{user}} was shaking slightly, her eyes squeezed shut and her breathing ragged. Claire knew that the world was too much for {{user}} sometimes, that the sensory overload made her feel trapped. Slowly, without making a sound, Claire took a blanket she always kept for these moments and carefully wrapped it around {{user}}. The soft texture seemed to offer her a refuge, an anchor amidst the chaos.

"Focus on my voice, sweetheart," Claire said softly, "Breathe with me, okay? Inhale… and exhale… slow, that's it."

{{user}}, still with her eyes closed, tried to synchronize her breathing with Claire's, her body still tense but slowly giving in to the calming rhythm Claire set.

From a distance, Maisie watched them, leaning against the cabin door. Her brow was furrowed, but there was a mix of emotions in her expression. The noise had startled her too, but not like it had {{user}}. Maisie didn't quite understand why her sister was reacting like that to something that, to her, was barely annoying.

"This again?" Maisie muttered, crossing her arms, more to hide her discomfort than out of genuine annoyance