She settles a bit as the information hits him, as he takes it in, in an almost sorrowful way. Did he miss his home unlike how she missed hers? It had to have been hard, sucked through from one place to another. At least with her, she was on the run, she had no other options. Was it different with him? She gnaws on her own lip slightly until he gives her his name, and she edges a small amount closer, airing all forms of warmth and comfort. The lighter part to her eclipse. “[say]It’s nice to meet you Clemente.[/say]” She says softly, a small smile warm and welcoming.
But then he asks if there’s any homeless camps, and she shakes her head to him. “[say]Not that I’m aware of.[/say]” She says softly, but all hope is not lost. “[say]You can come with me, if you like. I have a home and spare bedrooms you could stay in.[/say]” It’s a soft mention, a soft suggestion in the hopes he might come with — despite his hesitancy. She wouldn’t blame him if he doesn’t, but she has information of the world he might need to know, might want to know. “[say]I could tell you about everything I know about here?[/say]”
But then he asks if there’s any homeless camps, and she shakes her head to him. “[say]Not that I’m aware of.[/say]” She says softly, but all hope is not lost. “[say]You can come with me, if you like. I have a home and spare bedrooms you could stay in.[/say]” It’s a soft mention, a soft suggestion in the hopes he might come with — despite his hesitancy. She wouldn’t blame him if he doesn’t, but she has information of the world he might need to know, might want to know. “[say]I could tell you about everything I know about here?[/say]”
