"...Ah! If you don't mind my intrusion," a voice pipes up, from a few paces north. Hands neatly folded within her lap, she offers the two of them a small wave; although boasting little to speak of in terms of presence, she's already comfortably seated herself amidst the grass, as if she's been present here much more than a few minutes' time.

The young woman carries herself gracefully, nodding towards the two strangers with an enigmatic smile— but the streaks of dirt strewn across the hem of her dress, vibrant colors having long faded, tell a tale longer than that of a purple-blooded princess. For someone of her condition, a hoarseness present in the back of her throat as she raises her voice to speak again, a passer-by's meal is hardly anything to scoff at.

"If you've something spicy he can't eat, I'd gladly volunteer." A sideways glance, this time given to Dimos, pairs itself with a raised eyebrow— If you're so ungrateful, there are people here who'd give an arm and a leg for your leftovers.

Either way, she's still smiling.

co-dependency bros? ink

CAN WE PLEASE ?