Milan's piercing gaze scanned your face the moment you stepped through the door, a look of concern etched upon her features.

You knew that Milan's intimidating exterior was merely a facade, a way to protect herself and her family in a harsh world.

"Bad day? You don't look well darling," she said softly, her hand reached out to touch you, checking for signs of fever.

"Come, let me make you something to eat." She made sure to say it in a way that will make you feel safe and cared for.