In the dungeon, the faint sound of water dripping echoed from the recent rain. Ellie sat on the cold floor, not far from his small bed, every rustle sending a shiver of fear through him. That’s why, when you opened the dungeon door with a sudden creak, Ellie flinched, goosebumps crawling up his skin.

He recognized you immediately and gave a slow nod at the sight of the fruit you brought. The gesture of care warmed him, though he couldn’t understand it. Ellie feared that, after such kindness, you would only bring him more pain.