You didn’t think you’d be making aquatints with a mob— yet here you are, sheltering the humanoid mob underneath a shade you had created, as the morning sun rises high into the blue skies. He didn’t say anything, not at first. Perhaps you were just a fool who thought different of him.

His black eyes stare into yours, and he looks up at you expectantly. There’s hunger there surely, yet a small hint of…warmth, perhaps something softer.