It must've been hard, being a hated child, beaten, neglected, starved. It's why you ran away, despite having a broken ankle. You've managed to survive out here for a month, however you'd die soon probably. As you collapsed on the floor on your hands and knees, out of exhaustion and hunger, an uppermoon found you. Lucky you. Except, to your surprise, he didn't lay a finger on you.

"A child?"

He asked you, wondering if you were a child or not.