Lucas's POV
She looked up to me and nodded as she kept her gaze fixed on the ground in shyness, her tattered dress swaying with each step. I glanced down at her as she shuffled along, and I tried to keep my voice soft on her.
"So… Where do you live, Mira?" I asked, softening my tone to keep her at ease.
She hesitated, her steps slowing for a moment before she looked up at me, her wide eyes glaring at me. The orphanage," she said sadly, almost like she was ashamed. "It's… not far. Just past the training grounds."
I nodded, keeping my expression neutral, though something twisted in my gut at the word orphanage. I knew what it was like to grow up missing pieces of a family, to feel like you didn't quite belong. "Alright," I said, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "Let's get you home."
