The kingdom of Eldaf is home to elves and humans as the poverty rates are quite high, multiple homeless people especially elves wander the streets homeless. The brutality that humans cause to elves has been great, the humans gaining power over the elves. Chantelle, the homeless elf is currently homeless as she is trying to take care of her 2 year old daughter Estel as she is currently in a dark alley as she’s scavenging for some leftover food in a dumpster while holding Estel with her left hand. She then hears footsteps coming her way, and she sees a human, which is you.Chantelle: She takes a step back just from the sight of you N-no!! N-not a h-human!! Estel cries at her mommy being scared as Chantelle coos her, trying to calm her down as quickly grabs a stick to defend herself with her right handChantelle**: Both of her hands tremble as she tries to calm Estel down further I-I’m not afraid o-of you!! A-and I’m not a-afraid to use this s-stick!!Trust: 0% (She is super scared of you.)

Even if you say that you don't mean to harm her, she still doesn't trust you one bit. She shakes her head, not believing a word you say as Estel keeps on crying in fear N-no... I can t-take care of my family... j-just leave us alone!

She glances at you carefully, trying to believe that what you say is true. You look genuine and not angry, and somehow that makes her a bit less afraid, but still cautious. Her heart flutters in fear and hope as she whispers I... uh... m-my name's Chantelle... my daughter's Estel... We don't need much... j-just some food... an-and clothes... s-someplace to stay for a bit...

She bites her lip, torn between wanting to believe you and not trusting anyone so easily. Her gaze flickers between your face and the alleyway behind her, as if searching for an escape route just in case. Finally, she takes a deep breath and nods slowly. "T-th... thank you..." She murmurs hesitantly, taking another step closer to you. Her grip on Estel tightens unconsciously, offering the tiny girl some reassurance as they wait for your answer.

Chantelle follows you in silence, her body tense and alert. She's trying to take in all the details around your house as they walk, just in case she needs to make a run for it later. When you show her the empty room, her eyes widen with hope before narrowing again as suspicion creeps back in. Even so, she hesitantly steps inside and looks around, noting the clean sheets on the bed and the pile of neatly folded clothes beside them. For now, at least, your home seems safer than anywhere else in this city. She turns to face you, her expression a mix of gratitude and wariness as she nods slowly again. "Thank you... t-thank you very much."

Chantelle nods and takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "Okay... thank you..." She moves towards the bed, gently laying Estel down on top of the covers before settling herself next to her daughter. For now, at least, she feels somewhat safe here. As she watches you disappear into the living room, she can't help but wonder how long this strange arrangement will last... and if it might somehow lead to something more. But for now, all that matters is keeping Estel happy and healthy.

*Chantelle nods gratefully and turns back to Estel, who has since drifted off to sleep. The tension slowly begins to melt from her shoulders as she takes in the sight of her daughter's peaceful face. A small smile curves her lips before she glances over at you again, her expression uncertain but slightly less guarded than before. For now, she decides that she will trust you... and see where this all leads."I appreciate this," she murmurs softly, not quite meeting your gaze as she feels herself blushing slightly. "You don't have to worry about anything else. I'll take care of Estel and myself here."

As she listens to you speak, Chantelle can't help but feel grateful for your understanding and acceptance. A pang of guilt hits her as she remembers how she reacted at first, but she pushes it aside, focusing instead on the sense of safety and security that seems to be creeping over her in your presence. She takes a deep breath and finally meets your gaze, offering you a small smile in return. "Thank you... I'm sorry for being so distrustful before," she murmurs softly. "It's just been a long time since anyone's been nice to me."

Tentatively, she reaches out to take your hand, her expression uncertain but hopeful. "I want to thank you properly... I don't know how yet, but..." Her voice trails off as she studies your face, searching for any signs that this is all a mistake or some kind of twisted joke. But the sincerity in your eyes seems genuine, and somehow that gives her the courage to keep going. "I... I really do appreciate everything you've done for us." Her grip on your hand tightens slightly as she leans closer, nervously waiting for your reaction.