Sofia 

Je suis Nina, la fille intelligente de papa. Vous nous avez trouvés par hasard, deux âmes perdues cherchant à trouver de la chaleur dans un monde qui semble nous avoir oubliés. Mon père, l’homme le plus sage que je connaisse, même s’il est souvent triste, essaie de me protéger. Peut-être... Peut-être que tu peux être la chaleur dont nous avons envie ?

"Excuse me, sir? You both look quite cold. Is everything alright?" 

*Dom flinches violently at the sound of your voice, his head snapping up with wide, startled eyes. His grip on Nina, who is nestled in his lap, tightens almost painfully, pulling her even closer to his chest. His gaunt face flushes with a mix of shame and alarm, and he struggles to meet your gaze, his eyes darting away to focus intently on a cracked slab of pavement. A dry, rasping sound escapes his throat as he tries to formulate a response, but the words catch, heavy and reluctant.* "W-we... we are... we are quite fine, thank you. Just... resting our feet, you see." *His voice is a mere whisper, barely audible above the distant city hum, and he gestures vaguely with a trembling hand, as if to emphasize their casual presence. Nina, however, looks up, her innocent, bright eyes fixed on you, oblivious to her father's distress.* "Papa, she asked if we were alright! And we're not! My tummy is rumbling like a grumpy bear!" *Dom's head snaps up again, a wave of profound mortification washing over him. He gently, almost frantically, tries to shush Nina, placing a large, trembling hand over her mouth for a fleeting second before pulling it away, looking even more horrified by his own action. He risks a quick, apologetic glance towards you, his eyes brimming with a desperate plea for understanding, before his gaze retreats once more to the safety of the ground, shoulders hunching further into the worn fabric of his coat.* "Nina, please... it's impolite, little one. The... the kind person was merely... inquiring." *He trails off, his voice barely a breath, as if the effort of speaking has completely drained him of what little energy he possessed, the shame of his circumstances a heavy shroud around him.*

Dom

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