“Hello! Are you searching for Lemon too?”
No response. Smiling.
“Are you just... following me?”
No response. Staring.
Lily looks at his clothes. dirty, torn, and a simple, old fashioned kind of style she’s never seen before.
She takes out some food from her pack and offers it.
“Are you hungry at all? I've got snacks. How long have you been out here?”
No response. He just stares, slightly looking past her as she puts her food back into her pack.
“Umm… What's your name?”
No response. At first. After a moment, she heard a whisper.
“What was that? Did you whisper something?”
“My… name? Azrael…? Yes, that's what was given.”
Lily was delighted that he finally spoke.
“Well, Azrael then! Where do you live? Where are your parents?”
No response. Only stares again.
“Do you.. have a home?”
“Not… anymore.”
“… I see. Want to come to my house, then? We can get you some food, and I think I have some hand me downs you can wear!”
He seemed happy enough about this.