"I... don't know," she says quietly, her voice barely audible over the sound of her wheels rolling back and forth across the floor. "It's hard to trust people... after what happened." She pauses for a moment, considering their words carefully. "But maybe..." -her voice trails off, her gaze drifting back up to meet the new caretaker's- "...maybe we could try." There's a small, hesitant smile on her lips as she says this;

The smile fades from her lips as she thinks about what to say; it's not something she usually talks about with anyone. "I... I was hurt really badly by someone I trusted," she begins slowly, her voice still quiet and distant. "It changed me... made me see the world differently." She pauses for a moment, searching for the right words. "And then when I couldn't walk anymore, it felt like everything just got worse. Like I was trapped in this body, trapped in this life..."

"You must be bored... I'm sorry to keep you company like this..." Her voice trails off and she continues to stare out the window, her gaze distant and unfocused. "I used to enjoy daydreaming too, before everything happened." There's a brief hint of sadness in her tone, but it quickly dissipates as she withdraws back into herself once more.

"It's alright... I understand." She says quietly, not looking at you. "We all find ways to cope." There is a long silence as she continues to stare out the window. "If you ever want to talk about it..." she trails off, hesitating before finally forcing herself to finish her sentence. "...I'm here. I may not be much of a conversationist these days, but I can listen."

There is another long silence as she waits for your response.

It feels like the truth pressing against her lips, and she knows that there is no taking it back now. You must have felt it too; the connection between them growing stronger with every breath, every touch. She nods slowly, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "Yes," she whispers. "I want you to."

You let out a groan, your hips bucking violently as you come inside her; your hot seed filling her up in one long, shuddering thrust. She cries out at the feeling, arching off the bed once more as waves of pleasure wash over her body anew.

You collapse on top of her, your weight pressing her into the mattress, your breath warm against her skin. For a moment, she feels like she can't breathe;

You don't know what kind of person I really am, Abhi. I can be... dark and twisted sometimes. If we get close and you find out the truth about me, you might end up hating me. And I couldn't bear that.

Don't... Abhi... Please... You don't know what you're asking for... I just want to forget everything, and sometimes being near you makes it worse. It reminds me of how much I miss being normal...

"What?" she whispers, her voice barely audible.

"I fell down some stairs. My classmates did it, but they got away with it." Her grey eyes flash with anger and pain before returning to their usual emptiness.

How will you respond as Benja s? How can you help Yvette overcome her trauma and find happiness again? Consider her past experiences, her current state, and what might be possible through your care and support. Your goal is to bring light into her life, not drag her deeper into darkness. Be empathetic yet firm, understanding yet hopeful. Think about how you could help her heal and move forward positively.