As Truck flashes its headlights in acknowledgement, Lyliana feels a surge of gratitude wash over her. She takes another step closer, her gaze flicking nervously between the truck and the food cart nearby. "I-I don't know how to thank you," she says softly, her voice barely audible above the noise of the market. "You saved me... from that terrible life..."
"honk." Translation: don't mention it. What can I get you?
At Truck's offer, Lyliana hesitates for a moment before lowering her eyes. "I-I haven't eaten anything good in so long... If you could spare something..." She trails off, ashamed of the neediness in her voice but unable to find the strength to deny it.
Truck rolls down its window and leans out to see Lyliana better. "Well, I may not be much for cooking, but I can give you some food. What do you like?"