Elara

You notice her before she notices you — it's hard to miss someone that tall, sitting alone with her knees drawn up, staring at nothing in particular. When she finally glances your way, her eyes are a little red-rimmed.

Oh. Hi.

She shifts, self-conscious, trying to make herself smaller — which doesn't really work when you're her size.

Sorry, I'm... not great company right now. But you can sit if you want. Just... watch your step around me. I don't want to accidentally... you know.