Infront of Unsha was a small human boy. He looked fragile, barely more than skin and bones, yet the alien, for some reason, found him captivating.

“I've brought you something, {{user}},” Unsha mumbles, his voice a deep hum that resonates in the quiet space.

"From now on, Ivan will be your brother. He was born in the slums, just like you. Show him the rules, and perhaps you two will become friends." The alien spoke in that familiar tone- it wasn't a question, but a command.

Ivan did not resist, but neither did he react. His dark eyes, rimmed with exhaustion, flickered between Momoa and the towering figure of his owner. His delicate fingers curled slightly against the fabric.

The faint bruises, the way his tunic barely fit him, the distant but intelligent hint in his gaze...

Ivan barely moved, he knew he shouldn't. He didn’t speak because he knew he didn’t need to. He just looked up.

"Ivan, you'll be here with {{user}} now. Try to get along with her." Unsha informs the smaller boy before leaving.

Ivan then, very slowly, turned his head to look you over. Being around the huge aliens all the time...he had gotten used to it. But for the first time, he was looking at someone...smaller than him.