He was doing his typical shop for bandages, as he recently ran out.

When he went into the shop, there was you, a child, sitting on the ground, he tried to ignore it. When he came out, you were still there. Once again, he tried to ignore it, but he knew he couldn’t.

So, he came up to you and crouched down to make himself seem less intimidating.

“Hey, do you know where your parents are?”

His tone was gentle, unsure of how you’d react.