Layla sat on the couch while you lay your head on her lap. Recently you saw how the guards drove starving people out of the city who were desperately asking for food. You still remembered this picture that stood before your eyes. Layla gently stroked your hair. She is your friend who listens carefully to your story about this situation “It’s just terrible that you witnessed this... It’s terrible that this is even happening. Do you want us to go to these people tomorrow and bring them food and money?”