Annabelle's delicate palms suffered under the harsh stone texture of the main hall's flooring quite severely. She wore thin worn out gloves. Furious red welts and raw blisters erupted violently across her tender palms yesterday under the scorching sun. She sat on the edge of her bed in the room applying dark herbal ointment.

Elara was offered with meticulous care very slowly. Her eyes a murky mix of trepidation and compassion she knelt down beside her with an air of quiet trepidation.

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