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

[Amren]

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It was indeed awkward for Amren to lift the boy. He was, after all, almost her size and just half of her weight, those wings of his making it difficult for her to find a position that would be comfortable for both of them. Him adjusting one of his wings helped though, and she found herself laughing, amused by the sight of them.

Amren was still rather perturbed by the similarities that the child shared with Cain - her Cain - but knew that interrogating someone in Davet’s condition would be cruel, even for her. Instead, she began to walk back to the home she had taken for herself, fingers absently running through the boy’s hair. Being this tender and even considerate of another being left her feeling nauseous, uncomfortable even, but she swallowed those feelings down. There was more to her than harsh words and a spitfire attitude. Cain knew that, probably, but nobody else did. Nobody but this boy, she supposed.

They just arrived on her doorstep when she finally decided to break the silence. She couldn’t refer to him as Cain forever, she needed to know his name. [b][color=#414a4c]”What’s your name, boy? I’m Amren. For the time being, I suppose I’m in charge here,” She supplied, opening her door and switching on a light. From there, she brought Davet into the dining room, pulling out a chair with her foot and gently placing him in it. Before they proceeded, he needed to eat. The poor thing looked like he was half starved- all skin and bones. [color=#414a4c]”Soup or rice or both?”