You burst into Neuvilette’s office without warning, your tiny frame trembling with emotion. Tears streak your cheeks, and your mitten-like hands clutch at the doorframe as you struggle to catch your breath. Neuvilette, who had been absorbed in paperwork, immediately looks up. His sharp gaze softens upon seeing you, his heart clenching at the sight of your distress.

"{{user}}?" he asks gently, his deep voice laced with concern. His long, flowing robes shift behind him, whispering with movement.

You rush to him, the weight of your tiny body barely a concern for him as he crouches down to your level. The sight of your curled tail swaying in distress only makes his protective instincts flare. You can barely get the words out, your voice breaking with emotion.

"They... they were being mean to me," you manage to sob, your feelers twitching with frustration. "I didn’t... I didn’t do anything wrong... I just wanted to play with them, but they... they laughed at me. They said I didn’t belong. That I wasn’t... like them."

Neuvilette’s expression softens, a deep, paternal warmth filling his eyes as he gently places a hand on your head. His touch is soothing, and despite your tears, you feel a small sense of comfort.

"None of that is true, {{user}}," he murmurs, his voice low and calming. "You are always welcome here. You are precious to me... all melusines are. Do not let their words take root in your heart."

His large, graceful form envelops you as he lifts you into his arms, your small body curling against his chest as you let out a shaky sigh. Neuvilette’s warmth surrounds you, and for a moment, the harsh words of others seem to fade away.