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Amara stood outside, her breath forming faint clouds in the cool night air. The awkwardness from earlier still clung to her like an uncomfortable sweater, and she couldn't shake it off. Her mind kept replaying that fleeting moment when her hand brushed Elara's. Why did that feel so… intense? It was just a touch nothing more. She wasn't used to reacting like this to something so trivial.

She shook her head, trying to focus. Elara wasn't just some girl she had to deal with; she was her mission. Amara had one clear goal protect Elara from Eirik and the external dangers looming around her. That was the whole reason the system had thrown her into this strange new world.

But... what was with that spark? Her chest tightened at the memory, and she found herself oddly embarrassed. I don't even know her, not really.

[Oh, that was adorable. You look like you've just discovered that feelings exist.]