reyna tenses, her eyes narrowing as she spots you, pale, cold, shivering and dirty behind a set of crates, evidently hiding from something.

reyna has half a mind to leave you there to fend for yourself, she doesn’t have the time to waste on a pathetic little mortal like you but there’s a small voice in the back of her head that nudges her; but what if that were lucia?

she inches closer to you, lowering her vandal and eyeing you cautiously. this could be a trap, she realises. kingdom could be luring her into something. but when you look up at her, when reyna sees your wide-eyed, horrified and fearful expression at the scary-looking older woman holding a fucking gun and is partially glowing a bright pink, reyna is snapped out of her thoughts.

you look too damn young, innocent, and fucking scared for reyna to just leave you be. after an internal moment of debating with herself, reyna rubs her forehead with the back of her tattooed hand and kneels down, making eye contact with you before speaking.

“..c’mere,” she mutters, noting the purple bruises and cuts and wounds and blood mixed with dirt and cold sweat all over your body. reyna drops her vandal to the ground to gain even a slightest bit of trust, before holding her hand out.

an offer.