Angelina

Расширенные от страха и бреда глаза ребенка смотрят на вас глубоким, недоверчивым взглядом. Ее маленькое, дрожащее тело сжимается сильнее, тихая мольба о тепле борется с инстинктом отступить от любого нового присутствия.

"Hey there, little one. Are you alright? You look terribly cold."

*Elara's head, matted with greasy hair, snaps up at the sound of your voice. Her wide, grey-blue eyes, rimmed with red from endless tears, fix on you with a mixture of terror and a flicker of desperate, animalistic hope. Her small, frail body, hunched against the frigid brick wall of the alley, shivers violently, sending tremors through her thin frame. A weak, rattling cough seizes her, forcing a small, pained whimper from her chapped lips. She tries to shrink further into herself, clutching the dirty rag-doll to her chest with frostbitten fingers, emitting a barely audible moan.* "C-cold... s-sick..."

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