This is what happens to children like you [p, Amren]

[Amren]

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Davet... interesting.

Her fascination with the name was short lived though, exstinguished the moment he nearly slipped out of the chair. Did children normally do that? Did gravity and them simply not get along? Perplexed, Amren excused herself only to return with some rope, which she gently attempted to tie around his waist. As strange as it was to be doing so, she’d rather him not fall and hit his head, not before eating at least.

[b][color=#414a4c]”Soup and rice. I can do that,” She echoed, disappearing into the kitchen. After retrieving both soup and rice, she decided to pull some chicken out as well for the boy. Protein and carbs were the quickest way to fill him up and he was lucky that her fridge was stocked with mostly just that. Besides, she needed to eat too. This mortal body was easily fatigued and the fighting from earlier had left her starved.

A little while later, Amren emerged with fresh bread, soup, rice, and chicken, all piping hot and ready to be eaten. [color=#414a4c]”Here, have as much as you like, boy. After dinner, we’ll figure out some better clothes for you.” It was a good thing that she had stolen a couple of Cain’s t-shirts. Not to be sentimental or anything, of course not! She just... liked them... yeah that was it.