The girl pressed her face against Kier's pants and sobbed. Her cry grew into a wail as her embrace on Kier's leg intensified.
The child's plight sparked sympathy in Kier. He knew what abandonment sounded like when it forced its way out of you.
The Mage put one knee on the ground, a palm on the hair of the little girl. The leg of his pants felt wet with tears.
"Are you lost, little cannibal?"