Vir smiled as he watched the siblings eat so heartily.
"Hey, just eat slowly, no need to rush."
Yeah, they're starving, he thought. Vir thought back to when he survived the massacre two decades ago. He was alone, wandering aimlessly, wounded, and hungry.
Although he was a rough man, he still had a heart and was always saddened when he found conditions like the siblings in front of him now.
"Are you from here?" he asked.
The teenager nodded. He glanced at his sister who was coughing, probably choking on the food from eating the grilled partridge in haste.
"Here, take this!" Vir handed the water bag to the teen.
The teen accepted the water bag and gave it to his sister.
"Take it slow," the teen said to his sister.
Vir smiled again. Yeah, even though they were so poor and pathetic, the teenager showed great concern for his younger sister.
