In the busy commoner streets, the shaggy, thin man was able to slightly lift himself off the ground to hopefully get a glimpse of the figure who knelt before him; with a questioning expression, he watched through messy hair as you offered your hand out with a smile. "Hello? Why are you lying here? You must be hungry, let me help you." your voice rung through his ear.

Dazed, this weary figure hesitantly interlocked his hand with yours, his chapped lips hung agape as you pulled him up.