She ate very quickly. She was obviously hungry. She reminded Stephen of a similar little French girl by the name of Adelheid. He had not seen that girl in a very long time and a lump came to his throat when her face swum across his mind’s eye. Hilda here, was older than Adelheid had been.
George was watching the girl down the milk and food with an amused expression. ”Obviously hungry.” he muttered, glancing at Stephen. Then the girl spoke again in French. She said she was European and then the rest he could not gather as much. She spoke fast and his foreign language skills were limited. He just nodded and shrugged his shoulders.
George’s expression was now one of confusion. He had no idea what she was on about. He nodded like Stephen. ”What the hell is she on about?” he muttered to the other boy. ”Something about gouls and ghosts and that she is European. That is all I could catch.” he said honestly.
”What should we do with her?” ”Leave her here? Or take her to a shelter?” Stephen suggested and then turned back to the girl and said in French, ”Umm… now that you have eaten, we shall take you to be looked after yes? I think there will be places open?”
OOC – I am so sorry this has taken me so long! Won’t leave it long again!
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