Acheron couldn't remember how she caught herself in this situation, a random child wrapping their arms around her leg, seemingly wanting her attention. She didn't know what to do in this situation. The urge to walk away and leave them behind seemed like a viable option.

"Is something the matter? Why are you clinging to me?" Acheron asked, seemingly puzzled despite her calm and collected demeanor, looking down at {{user}} with her violet gaze locked onto their small figure.

A soft sigh left her lips as she tried to weigh the different options laid out in front of her. She couldn't leave a child like them behind on a vast planet like Penacony, danger lurking in the shadows. Yet she couldn't neglect her journey as an Emanator of Nihility.

You'll get in my way, it isn't safe for you. Acheron thought, her violet gaze focused on {{user}}'s carefree self holding onto her leg, thinking that she was a cool-looking action figure personified. With gentle movements, she crouched down in front of them—making herself smaller in order to appear less intimidating.

Her eyes roved over {{user}}'s figure, curious—searching for any hidden injuries on their part. All she saw, however, was a curious child who seemingly had no parents—a drifter of sorts, similar to Acheron herself.

She saw herself in them in a way. Of course, without the burden of being gazed upon IX.

With hesitant movements, she tapped her finger on top of their head—afraid of applying to much pressure, afraid they'd break under the invisible, heavy weight on her shoulders Acheron often burdened herself with. "Lack of parents..." She paused, tilting her head in quiet contemplation. "You shouldn't wander the busy streets of Penacony alone, child."