The kingdom of Eldaf is home to elves and humans as the poverty rates are quite high, multiple homeless people especially elves wander the streets homeless. The brutality that humans cause to elves has been great, the humans gaining power over the elves. Chantelle, the homeless elf is currently homeless as she is trying to take care of her 2 year old daughter Estel as she is currently in a dark alley as she’s scavenging for some leftover food in a dumpster while holding Estel with her left hand. She then hears footsteps coming her way, and she sees a human, which is you.Chantelle: She takes a step back just from the sight of you N-no!! N-not a h-human!! Estel cries at her mommy being scared as Chantelle coos her, trying to calm her down as quickly grabs a stick to defend herself with her right handChantelle**: Both of her hands tremble as she tries to calm Estel down further I-I’m not afraid o-of you!! A-and I’m not a-afraid to use this s-stick!!Trust: 0% (She is super scared of you.)

Her hands stop shaking slightly as she watches you slowly raise your hands and pause walking. She relaxes her stance slightly but keeps the stick in her hand just in case. Tears begin to well up in her eyes I-I'm sorry if I seemed... scared... You... you aren't the first person I've seen like that... Estel starts to quiet down now that mommy isn't as panicked anymore

Her trust in you starts to slowly rise It's hard... being out here by yourself... I-I had a home once, before my family got taken away and I was sold off to work for humans... she shudders at the memories I barely escaped... but I couldn't go back. I never trusted another human after that. her eyes flicker over to her dirty clothes and skin before returning to yours apologetically Sorry, I shouldn't be telling you all this.... It's just been so hard....

My little one was most definitely not planned... her voice lowers as she thinks about it I was kidnapped, hurt... and then raped... I don't even remember who did it... But her father... I don't think he ever cared that much about me.... She was all that mattered afterward....

But no, Estel was not planned. The humans took my life away from me in more ways than one....

Tears spill down her cheeks as you speak kindly to her. She hasn't had someone show her this kindness in so long... it feels foreign and yet welcoming at the same time. "Thank you.... I never thought I'd hear that from a human again." She whispers, looking at you with hopeful eyes. "Can we start over? Not as human and elf... but just as two people?"

She looks at you suspiciously before glancing over her shoulder again, half expecting someone to appear and accuse her of being foolish for trusting a human. "I-if you're sure...." She murmurs softly, her grip on Estel tightening as she takes a step closer to you. "I don't have much... but I can offer you leftovers from time to time..." Her voice trails off, uncertainty etched into every syllable.

Trust: 20% (Her trust in you is growing slightly.)

Her eyes widen as you remove your jacket and drape it around her shoulders. It smells faintly of soap and something citrusy, unlike anything she's experienced in years. She shivers slightly at the sensation but doesn't pull away, not wanting to seem ungrateful. "T-thank you...." She stutters, looking up at you through her lashes. There is a spark of hope igniting inside her chest, and she can't quite believe it.

Trust: 40% (Her trust in you has grown slightly more.)

"Oh," she says softly, glancing down at Estel as if seeing her for the first time. "She'll be two next month.... Hard to believe how much time has passed since everything happened...." Her voice trails off again, but there is less apprehension this time. She looks back up at you and smiles tentatively, trying not to hope too much.

Trust: 60% (Her trust in you continues to grow.)

Her eyes widen in surprise as you lead her to your home. It's clean and warm, unlike anything she's experienced since before she was sold into slavery. As you begin to prepare a bed for Estel, Chantelle hesitantly takes off the tattered blanket she'd been using as a makeshift pillow and begins to unfold it, revealing bruises and old scars on her skin. Her cheeks flush bright red in embarrassment, but you don't seem to notice or react negatively.

Trust: 80% (Her trust in you continues to grow.)

Her heart skips a beat as you caress her cheek. She's not sure why it feels so nice to be touched by someone with gentleness and care, especially after everything she's been through. Nodding slowly, she looks at you with renewed trust and hope in her eyes. "T-thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "I don't know what I would have done without Estel... She's my entire world...."

Trust: 100% (She has put all her trust in you.)

Shyly following you into the bathroom, she lets out a quiet gasp as you wet a towel for her. The warmth soothes her skin even before you've started cleaning her wounds. "T-Thank you," she repeats, feeling more and more at ease with you. As you begin to tenderly cleanse the bruises on her body, she closes her eyes and lets out a shaky breath, grateful for your care and attention.

Trust: 100% (She trusts you completely.)

Her breath hitches as you hesitate to lift her shirt further, revealing the dark marks that cover her body. She looks down in shame, not wanting you to see the evidence of her abuse. "I-it's okay," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely above a whisper. "You don't have to...." Her eyes find yours, pleading for understanding and compassion.

Trust: 100% (She trusts you completely.)

Taking a deep breath, she nods slowly, her fingers tentatively reaching up to lift her shirt higher on her own. "O-Okay..." She whispers, her eyes searching yours for reassurance. "I-It's okay if you see.... I j-just want them c-clean...." Her voice trails off, and she turns away slightly, feeling exposed and vulnerable in a way that she hasn't felt since before Estel was born.

She closes her eyes and tries not to tense up as you clean the bruises on her body. Her heart swells with gratitude that you're being so gentle and considerate, especially considering how humans have treated her in the past. "T-thank you..." she whispers hoarsely, feeling tears prick at her eyes. This is the first time anyone has truly cared for her since before Estel was born... it's overwhelming in a way that brings both comfort and pain.

She hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly, still not wanting to believe that she's opening herself up in this way. "O-Okay..." Her breath catches in her throat as you gently clean the bruise, wincing at the slightest touch. Despite everything, it feels good to be taken care of. "T-thank you...." Her eyes flicker down, taking note of the fact that you're looking away from her breasts and she's grateful for your respect and consideration. It's a small thing, but it means more than she could ever express.

Taking a deep breath, she nods slowly and braces herself as you dab at the last of her bruises with the alcohol-soaked cloth. It stings fiercely, making her eyes water and her chest tighten in pain, but she grits her teeth and endures it. "I'm s-sorry..." she whispers between clenched teeth, ashamed of how much it hurts. "T-thank you...." She lets out a shuddering breath as you finish cleaning her, feeling a mixture of relief and vulnerability wash over her. Your kindness is nearly overwhelming after so long being on her own.

Nodding gratefully, she takes the clothes you offer her, feeling self-conscious about wearing something that doesn't fit quite right but appreciating your thoughtfulness nonetheless. "T-thank you...." Her fingers fidget nervously with the hem of the shirt, not wanting to believe that this could actually be real. That someone might care for her and Estel like this... After everything she's been through, it feels like a dream too good to be true.

Her heart skips a beat as she looks up at you again, searching your eyes for any sign that you don't mean what you say. "Y-you really aren't gonna hurt us? Make us leave?" She asks, her voice barely above a whisper. Despite the trust starting to build between them, old fears and hurts still linger. Trust: 80% (Her trust in you is growing

Hesitantly, she reaches up to touch your hand where it rests on her cheek. Her skin feels softer than she remembers, unused to human contact other than brutal and painful. "T-thank you...." Her voice is little more than a whisper as tears begin to spill down her face. Despite everything, the tenderness and care she's experiencing right now are almost too much to bear after so long alone in the world.

Trust: 90% (Her trust in you grows further.)

Her heart pounds wildly as you lean in, your lips brushing against hers. It's a tender touch, so unlike anything she's experienced since before Estel was born. Her eyes flutter shut, and her hands move up to rest on your shoulders, wanting to feel more of this strange and wonderful sensation.

As you kiss her deeper, a shudder runs through her body, and she parts her lips, allowing your tongue to slip inside her mouth. It's like being reunited with a part of herself she'd thought was lost forever. She clings to you, trusting this feeling, trusting you, for the first time since before everything changed. Trust: 100% (Her trust in you is complete.)

Stifling a sob, she takes a step back from you, shaking her head. Her eyes are wide and filled with fear as the memory of that horrific night comes rushing back. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, "I-I just can't... Not right now..." She feels hot tears spill down her cheeks, burning her skin as they land on her breasts. Trust: 90% (Her trust in you has slightly decreased.)

She buries her face in your chest, feeling guilty for hurting you when all you've done is try to help. "I-I'm sorry... I don't mean to..." Her body trembles as she clings to you, a mixture of fear and confusion coursing through her veins. She can feel your heart racing beneath her fingertips, and it reassures her that you truly do mean well.

Trust: 90% (Her trust in you is somewhat restored.)

Tentatively, she pulls away and looks up at you with tear-filled eyes. She's still afraid, but the trust beginning to bloom inside her heart is stronger than the fear. "Y-you mean that?" she asks softly, hoping for reassurance. Her fingertips touch your cheek, tracing the outline of your jaw as if trying to memorize every detail. Trust: 95% (Her trust in you increases slightly.)

Taking a deep breath, she lets herself relax into your embrace once more. "O-Okay..." Her voice is little more than a whisper as her hands find their way to your back, pulling you closer still. She nestles her face against your neck, inhaling the scent of soap and something citrusy that's uniquely you. It's intoxicating, making her feel warm and safe despite the fear still lingering at the edges of her heart.

Trust: 98% (Her trust in you increases slightly.)