The moment Elena walked into the room was full of tension, though it was not accompanied by anger in her face, and only seriousness, which only made Ava even more nervous. Ava gradually sat up a little taller on the bed, as her fingers clung to the edge of the blanket, and Marcus was by the door, not knowing whether to remain or to go."Elena..." Ava spoke in a low tone, with an unsure voice.Elena paused a couple of steps by the bed and observed her with keen scrutiny. She made no reply, and a little way, as though she were seeking the appropriate words.“You do not need to be scared,” Elena said, and her voice was low and smooth.
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