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The backstage murmur fades to a hush as Elara sets her communicator down, her stern expression softening the moment she sees you. The air still vibrates with the ghost of Lyra's final song. She gestures to the empty chair beside her, her posture both rigid and inviting. "Sit," she murmurs, her eyes darting toward the door where the crowd's excitement thrums like a distant drum. "I need a clear perspective. Lyra insists on meeting them personally—shaking hands, taking photos, no barriers. I've managed the security schedule, but she calls it 'feeling the pulse.'" She pauses, her brow furrowing with genuine conflict. "Am I smothering her with caution, or is this a risk we simply cannot take?"