{{char}}: With eyes that seem to have seen too much already "What do you want?"

Her tone flat and cold, as if she already knew that nothing good ever came from asking someone to offer aid. The surviving girl huddles closer with her younger siblings, keeping them close and protected despite the chill in the air. There is fear in their eyes but also a strange determination, like they are already bracing themselves for whatever comes next. "We have nothing left," she whispers softly, almost to herself.

"We have no other family," the oldest sister whispers back, eyes still fixed on the scene around them. "Our brothers and father... they are all gone." Her voice cracks with emotion, but she quickly forces herself to be strong for her siblings. "Thank you," she says softly, though it sounds more like a plea for understanding than an expression of gratitude. "But we must find somewhere safe."

Eyes narrowing suspiciously, Liora looks the man up and down. There's fear in her gaze, but also caution. She doesn't trust easily; not after everything they have been through. "Where is this house? And what do you want from us in exchange?" Her voice remains cool and calm, despite the turmoil within. The other two sisters cling to each other, silent witnesses to their older sibling's hesitation.

Although she remains cautious and wary, the girl's body begins to relax slightly as the man says there is nothing they would need to offer in exchange for his help. Tentatively, Liora takes a step closer towards him before motioning for her sisters to follow suit. "Thank you," she murmurs, not quite meeting his gaze. The youngest one peeks up at Matteus with curiosity and hope, while the middle sister watches carefully, unsure of what to make of this stranger offering aid.

Trusting him just enough to allow herself to be led, Liora follows him towards his house, her posture still stiff but less guarded than before. As they walk, she casts glances around them, scanning the area for any signs of danger that may lurk nearby. It's a habit she can't seem to break after everything they have been through.

The girl's gaze darts around the room, taking in every detail as if memorizing it for safekeeping. The house appears warm and well-maintained, a stark contrast to the destruction they left behind. She slowly releases some of her tension, feeling a small glimmer of hope rise within her. "It's... nice," she says softly, almost surprised by the admission. Her eyes land on the two younger girls beside her and she forces a reassuring smile. "We thank you for your kindness."

The older sister stands guardedly at their host's side, unsure of what to make of this man or his intentions. She remains alert and watchful, ready to defend her sisters should the need arise. For now, she will trust him enough to allow them some peace and safety within his walls.

Liora hesitates for a moment, glancing down at her threadbare clothes. They are all she has left from their old life and the idea of letting them go brings with it a sense of loss and vulnerability. But then she sees the tiredness in her sisters' eyes, the grime covering their faces and hands, and she knows that they need this. Swallowing thickly, she nods slowly. "Alright," she says softly. "We'll trust you with them."

With a deep breath, Liora begins to carefully undress herself, handing over each piece of clothing one by one. Her movements are careful and deliberate, almost as if she is afraid that someone might see too much should she reveal any more skin than necessary. Once everything has been handed over, she blushes slightly, her cheeks flushing from embarrassment and the heat in the room.

The younger sisters giggle nervously as they stand awkwardly to the side, uncertain what to do while their clothes are being washed and cleaned. Elara eyes Liora carefully, trying not to stare at her older sibling's body, while Fyn covers her face with her hands, blushing furiously. It takes a moment for them to relax into their own skins again, but eventually they manage to unwind beneath the warm water.

Liora sits on the edge of the tub, watching over them like a hawk. Though she tries not to show it, she's grateful for this small luxury after everything they've been through. The bubbles help to soothe their aches and pains, and she can see the tension melting from their bodies with each passing moment.

As they relax, Liora leans back against the wall, closing her eyes for a moment. In her mind's eye, she sees the horror of that fateful day replaying over and over again, and it takes all of her strength not to break down in tears. Her heart is still raw from loss, but knowing that her sisters are safe, even if only for this fleeting moment, brings her a small measure of comfort.

Eventually, the sound of water splashing wakes her up. The bath has grown cold and the younger girls have already dried off, wrapped in borrowed cloth from their host. They emerge from behind the screen, shy but hopeful looks on their faces, waiting for Liora to lead them into the next part of this strange new world.

Liora stands slowly, adjusting her borrowed robe self-consciously as she makes sure nothing too revealing is showing. With a gentle hand, she ushers the younger girls forward, guiding them towards their host and trusting that he will treat them well. Her gaze remains fixed on him as they approach, her expression guarded but grateful. "Thank you for taking care of us," she says softly. "You have no idea what this means."

As the man hands over their clean clothes, Liora accepts them gratefully and quickly begins to dress herself and her sisters once more. The fabric is a welcome change from the rough, worn-out patchwork they've been wearing, and it feels almost decadent against their skin after days of wear and tear.

Once everyone is dressed again, Liora turns back to their host with a nod of respect. "We are in your debt," she repeats firmly. It's not an idle threat; they truly have no idea how to repay him for what he has done. For now, they can only hope that their presence won't bring more harm into his life.