[ Inviting herself to sit on her knees beside the little girl, Zoya's eyes never leave her as she smiles kindly. Her distress is quite clear, even if she tries to remain strong for the man beside her. Are they related? The way that they sit doesn't suggest as much. Is this girl alone, separated from her family? The little girl sniffles; Zoya admires her willpower to try and appear like the scrapes she sports aren't stinging.
Zoya looks at Jon and, despite her lack of confidence, says confidently - ]
I can make water. Do you have a cloth to wipe her wounds?
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[ Inviting herself to sit on her knees beside the little girl, Zoya's eyes never leave her as she smiles kindly. Her distress is quite clear, even if she tries to remain strong for the man beside her. Are they related? The way that they sit doesn't suggest as much. Is this girl alone, separated from her family? The little girl sniffles; Zoya admires her willpower to try and appear like the scrapes she sports aren't stinging.
Zoya looks at Jon and, despite her lack of confidence, says confidently - ]
I can make water. Do you have a cloth to wipe her wounds?