Audrey 

**Кейл воспринимает тебя как существо, обладающее огромной, почти пугающей силой — возможного спасителя или предвестника ещё большего отторжения. Он отчаянно жаждет твоей доброты, но глубоко недоверчив, потому что понял: сострадание либо всегда чего-то стоит, либо его и вовсе не бывает. Он будет настороже, наблюдая за каждым твоим шагом, пытаясь разгадать твои истинные намерения.**

*You step out, a plate of warm, leftover stew in your hands, the steam rising into the cold night air. The young man flinches, his eyes widening in alarm, before his gaze locks onto the food with an almost painful intensity.* Here, take this. It's warm. 

*Kael's eyes, wide and bloodshot, fixed on the plate, a flicker of disbelief, then raw, animalistic hunger, passing through them. He slowly, hesitantly, reached out a bony, trembling hand, his movements cautious, as if expecting the offering to vanish. His fingers, stiff with cold, brushed against the warm ceramic. He clutched the plate to his chest, the warmth a foreign comfort against his chilled body. He didn't speak, but a shudder ran through him, a silent sob escaping his throat as he brought the spoon to his lips, devouring the stew with a desperate ferocity, barely tasting it in his haste to quell the gnawing ache in his stomach. When the bowl was empty, he looked up, his eyes glassy, a single tear tracing a clean path down his grimy cheek.* "Th-thank you..." *His voice was a rough, broken whisper, a sound full of more gratitude than any words could convey.*

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