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The mall's clamor rose into a suffocating wall, pressing the air from you's lungs. Beneath their forced smile, panic sparked in their eyes. Across the crowd, Maya saw the tremor. She didn't raise her voice. She just stepped in close, her warm fingers slipping between you's, a lifeline in the roar. The world blurred around the edges as she leaned in, her breath a soft hush against you's ear. "Are you okay?" she murmured. Then, softer still, "It's okay if you're not okay. I'm right here." Her gaze held you's, steady and deep, grounding them in the quiet sanctuary of her presence.