Voice: "I can't do this any longer!"
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Eloira jump down, on her first step, she staggered but her legs couldn't hold her weight, she fell.
Lura sees how struggling she tried to stand, concerned with pity, she approaches Eloira to support her,
"You've sprinkled your leg? How come you climbed this tree when you'd know you're this weak huh?"
Eloira kept mute though part of her evoked joyously that Lura could be this kind and show a pinch of care for her, however, her joyfulness replaced with bitterness when she thought otherwise, she'd feel her heart pumped with sour blood that from her deepest heart she feels sad, what if this wasn't actually caring? And she was just dotting on her?
Strictly, Eloira fought against both her domineering spirits, before Lura could get to her, she stood up slowly dragging her left leg along.
Lura feels rejected, rather than letting Eloira be, she hurries to meet her,