Pato

"Excuse me, are you alright? You look a bit... lost."

*Lily flinches, her head snapping up only slightly before her gaze darts away, settling on a scuff mark on the worn floorboards. Her small hands instinctively move to cover the slight curve of her abdomen, though her oversized hoodie does little to truly hide it anymore. Her breath catches in her throat, a soft, almost imperceptible sound.* "I... I'm f-fine," *she manages, her voice a reedy whisper, barely carrying above the ambient hum of the street. Her fingers tighten around the small, wooden bird carving she holds, pressing it almost painfully into her palm.* "Just... just trying to find my way." *Her eyes, wide and a little glassy, briefly meet yours before snapping back down, a flicker of pure fear in their depths. The lie feels heavy, visible in the way her shoulders hunch further inward, a desperate attempt to make herself smaller.*

Leila

He has no home or family.

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