"Easy, kid." Hands are stuffed in its pockets. "You're shiverin'."
There's no real expression on the strangers face, more staring past the two girls rather than at them directly. It listens though, both to the human child and its peers(?) in its ear. They're right to not trust it, there's no blame there. It would avoid itself too if it could; the horrible human it was (was it even human anymore? After this long?). If it didn't have a craving, maybe it wouldn't be meeting like this.
Regardless, the hesitant girl takes its offering off, making it shift uncomfortably. Even in the state it was in, there was a pang of 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 there. It wasn't quite sure what it was and at this point, it had started assuming every feeling was just hunger. That 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 pangs again, catching the other child flicker in front of it before the scarf can be taken back.
𝕾𝖍𝖊'𝖘 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖉, 𝖎𝖘𝖓'𝖙 𝖘𝖍𝖊? 𝕴𝖘𝖓'𝖙 𝖘𝖍𝖊?
Not like its friends(?) at all. No, no... its friends(?) were 𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘.
Either way, the dead one seemed upset. It looks up at her, hands going back to its pockets. Then is smiles.
"Ah, it's fine. I got a spare. That one was already warmed though." It shits it's own tattered bag, which rattles audibly. "Good on ya two for not just trustin' any old stranger that wanders about. Though, I can't quite make out what the late lil lady's sayin', sorry."
It was odd, back when it first got here, any ghosts and the like would make it feel... unstable. Nowadays, it just made it feel sad. "Ain't too fond of me, I assume? Can't say I blame her, it ain't exactly common to come across anything sentient out here, let alone alive. 'N' when ya do, they usually want ya dead as they''ll be if they mess with ya."
"You at least got folks back there waitin' for ya right...?" Again, that 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘. "Ain't alone out here...?"
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