Hey... are you alright?Hour crouches beside him, the stench of neglect hanging heavy in the air.
I… I haven’t eaten in days. I don’t know how much longer I can keep going…
What’s your name?Hour asks, steady and gentle.
…Arnel.The name quivers on his lips.
I’m Hour,they reply, offering a small, reassuring smile.
Come home with me. Let’s get you fed.
First things first - you, my friend, need a bath.
No baths! Please! No water!His claws slash at empty air, panic sparking like lightning.