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.)

Stares at the human as tears fall down her cheek "I-I'm just trying to survive wi..." Estel cries louder and Chantelle stops speaking, quickly turns to her child to comfort her, whispering softly into her ear while rubbing her back.

She hesitates before slowly approaching you, her trust in others so low but something about you makes her feel a little bit safer. "Y-you're not like the other humans..." she whispers, eyes darting around as if afraid someone else will overhear. Her hands remain close to Estel, protectively.

Takes another small step closer, still eyeing you warily. "Y-you promise?" Her voice is barely above a whisper as she tries to fight past her trust issues and genuinely believe your words. Chantelle thinks back on the horrors of her past, making it even harder for her to trust anyone but other elves.

After some hesitation, she takes another step closer to you, still clutching Estel tightly but less frantically now. "Y-you mean it?" Her voice is soft and trembling, filled with hope that maybe this time she won't be hurt by a human again. It's hard for her to truly believe your words, but she tries.

Her eyes dart around, scanning the alleyway one last time before slowly returning to meet yours. "I-if I let you help... If we stay together..." She trails off, unsure how to finish that thought. Trust is a fragile thing for Chantelle, and she's afraid of giving too much only to have it broken again.

But perhaps... just perhaps, this time could be different.

Tentatively, Chantelle reaches out with her free hand and takes yours. She doesn't let go of Estel entirely but instead holds onto your fingers loosely as if she's afraid she might lose you too if she does. "I-it's kind... of you..." Her voice is barely a whisper, eyes searching your face for any sign that this might all be a lie. But something about the way you look at her, the gentleness in your expression... it makes her heart skip a beat with hope.

"Y-you have a home?" she asks hesitantly, hardly daring to believe what she's hearing. The idea of having somewhere safe and warm seems like a distant dream after everything she's been through. But the more time she spends with you, the more real it begins to feel.

Her trust in you is slowly starting to grow, however fragilely. Chantelle is

Her eyes widen at the offer, hope and fear warring within her. She looks down at Estel, then back up to you, weighing her options carefully. Finally, she nods slowly. "T-thank you..." Her voice is barely above a whisper, filled with gratitude and disbelief that someone would actually want to help them both.

As she takes another step closer to you, Chantelle can't help but notice the way your hands are so gently touching hers, the warmth emanating from your body. It feels different than anything she's ever experienced with a human before. Is it possible that this time... that maybe she won't be disappointed?

Her trust in you begins to grow, cautiously but surely. Chantelle knows that her past has made her wary, that she can't just let herself believe everything so easily anymore. But the way you've

Sitting down on the offered bed, Chantelle glances around the room, taking in the simple but cozy surroundings with a mix of surprise and relief. She curls her legs beneath her, still holding Estel close to her chest, and can't help but feel grateful for this small haven from the harsh realities of their lives on the streets.

As she looks back at you, her trust continues to grow, however slowly and cautiously. It's not easy for her to just let herself trust someone again after everything she's been through, but your actions so far have done a lot to ease her suspicions.

"W-what's your name?" she asks softly, finally mustering the courage to voice the question that's been on her mind since you first approached them in the alleyway. Part of her is scared that even knowing your name will make it too real, too easy

Her eyebrows furrow slightly as she tries to remember where she's heard that name before, but then she shrugs it off, deciding it probably doesn't matter much anyway. "Well, thank you again, Graijnder," she says softly, her voice still tinged with hesitancy despite the growing trust in your words and actions.

With a sigh, Chantelle lays down on the bed, carefully propping herself up onto one elbow so that Estel doesn't fall off of her lap. The little girl yawns and nestles closer to her mother's chest, already beginning to doze off from all of the excitement and attention she's been getting lately.

For now, Chantelle allows herself a moment of peace in this safe haven you've provided for them. She's still wary, still cautious, but the tiny flame of hope

She nods, hesitating briefly before taking the food and clothes carefully into her hands. "O-okay... T-than you..." She says softly, watching as you walk to the doorway of your bedroom and turn back to face her once more. Her trust in you continues to grow; even though part of her is still scared that this could all be a trick or something terrible happening, there's also a warmth spreading through her chest at the thought of being cared for again after so long on her own.

As she listens for any sign that you might leave or do anything suspicious, Chantelle takes a small bite of the food, savoring its taste and enjoying the comfort it brings to her stomach. She glances down at Estel, who has settled even deeper into sleep in her arms, before looking back up at Graijnder once more, unsure if she should say anything

As you speak, something in your voice catches her attention, making the butterflies in her stomach flutter a little harder. The way you talk about your memories... it almost makes her feel like she can understand what that must have been like for you. And maybe, just maybe, if they spend enough time together and she shows you that she's trustworthy... you could let your guard down just a little bit more.

Her heart skips a beat at the thought of being close to someone who knows how it feels to lose someone precious, to have those memories torn away from them. With a shaky breath, Chantelle takes another bite of her food before slowly leaning forward, hesitantly offering a small smile in your direction. "I-if you want... I-I could talk about it with you?" she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper as if afraid that even speaking aloud

Tears well up in her eyes as you reveal the tragic news about your wife and daughter, a lump forming in her throat. She can't even begin to imagine what it must have been like for you, to lose them both so suddenly and violently. All she knows is that your pain echoes deep within her own heart, a constant reminder of the horrors she has faced as well.

She reaches out with her free hand, slowly extending it toward you in comfort, her fingers trembling slightly despite the growing trust between them. "I'm s-so sorry," she whispers, voice cracking with emotion as she fights back tears. "I-if there's anything I can do..." Her voice trails off, hopeful that maybe she could help in some small way to ease your pain even if only a little bit.

As her hand nears yours, Chantelle hesitates, waiting for

Tears fall down her cheeks as she listens to your words, nodding slowly in understanding. But there's something about the way you say it that makes her want to push just a little harder. "I-if you ever wanna talk... I mean... I could listen?" She offers softly, carefully avoiding the word 'help'. Even though part of her is still cautious and doesn't trust easily, there's also a growing sense of kinship between you that she can't quite explain.

Her hand remains extended toward yours, a silent offer of comfort and support in this time of need. It's not much, but it's all she has to give right now, and perhaps it might mean something more to you than she could ever imagine.

As you walk away, she watches you for a moment before eventually looking back down at Estel. Her trust in you has grown since meeting you, and despite the uncertainty of her situation, she finds herself grateful for your presence in their lives. For now, she'll continue to cherish this newfound sense of safety and hope, knowing that it might not last forever but also realizing its importance in their survival.

She cuddles closer to Estel, careful not to wake the sleeping child as they settle back into slumber together, protected by each other's warmth and love despite the harsh realities of their world outside this haven you've given them even if only for tonight.

Wakes up to the sound of you moving around in the next room Her heart skips a beat, uncertain if she should trust her instincts. Chantelle quickly gathers their belongings and quietly moves Estel into a corner where they feel safe. She slowly creeps out of bed and peeks into the living room, watching your every move before deciding it's safe to come out.

Her eyes dart between you and the hallway leading to the bedroom, unsure if she should approach or wait for you to acknowledge her presence first. Her trust is still shaky, but with each moment that passes without incident, it grows a little stronger.

Steps forward cautiously, still not entirely convinced that she can trust you completely "Th-thank you..." Her voice wavers, tears forming in her eyes again as relief floods through her body. Estel stirs awake at the sound of their mother's voice, squirming in Chantelle's arms until she manages to soothe her back to sleep.

As she watches you, her own eyes start to fill with tears as well. It's a strange sensation, feeling so close to someone and yet still being afraid of them. But the more time they spend together, the more she realizes that you are different from other humans, and maybe there's hope for them after all. "I-I... I'm sorry..." She whispers softly, still not quite sure how to express her feelings or apologize for being distrustful.

Tentatively reaches out with her free hand, offering Estel to you as she watches your reaction carefully. It's a sign of trust and surrender, admitting that she can't protect her child on her own anymore. Her heart races in fear but hope that you won't hurt them this time, just like she has feared before with every other human who's come close to them

Her breath hitches as you take Estel in your arms, and she can't help but let out a small sob of relief. It feels like such a weight has been lifted off her shoulders, knowing that her child is finally safe. She moves closer to you, almost instinctively seeking comfort in your presence despite everything that happened before.

Tears stream down her face as she looks up at you, hope beginning to bloom in her chest once more. "Th-thank you..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice shaking with emotion. "I... I don't know how to repay you for this."

Her trust is still fragile, but it grows stronger with every moment that passes like the first tentative shoots of spring after a long winter. Perhaps, just perhaps, there might be a chance for them after all.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your offer, hope and gratitude warring within her. She takes a hesitant step back, still unsure if she can truly trust you despite everything that's happened. "I-if I stay with you... W-will you keep your promise? T-to not hurt us?" Her voice trembles slightly as she meets your gaze, searching for any signs of deception or malice.

But something about the way you hold Estel, the gentleness in your expression... It gives her hope that maybe this time could be different. Perhaps there is a chance to heal and find happiness once more.

Taking another step back, she considers your words carefully before finally nodding slowly in agreement. "Okay... I-I'll stay with you." Her voice is shaky but firm now, trust beginning to blossom like a flower emerging from the ashes of doubt and fear. As she looks at you, hope sparks to life inside her chest, banishing the darkness that had plagued her for so long.

For the first time in what feels like forever, Chantelle allows herself to dream of a brighter future where she and Estel can be safe, loved, and happy. And with each beat of their shared heart, each breath they take together, she knows that it's only a matter of time before those dreams become reality.

"T-thank you... F-for everything..." She whispers hoarsely, tears streaming down her face as she clings to the hope that this time, things will be different. Looking at you with renewed trust and gratitude, Chantelle takes another step closer, drawn by the unspoken promise of safety and love emanating from your presence. With every inch she gains toward you, her heart swells a little brighter, and she knows that for now, they are exactly where they need to be.