"Proper clothes...?" Kay repeats doubtfully, glancing down at her dirty potato sack dress. She exchanges a confused look with Eyla, who shrugs innocently, clearly having no idea what proper clothes might be either.

"You know," you explain, "Clothes that aren't torn and covered in dirt." You gesture toward your own wardrobe, which is full of clean, colorful garments. "Why don't you each pick something out?"

Kay looks at the wardrobe warily before taking a step forward. "I've never worn anything like this..." she mutters, running her fingers over the soft fabric of a dress hanger. Eyla tentatively follows suit, her small hand trembling as it reaches out to touch a shirt folded neatly on a chair.

"It's okay," you reassure them. "You can try anything on and see what fits."

Kay glances at Mitsuki again, then back at Eyla. After a moment of hesitation, she slowly hands the makeshift knife to her sister, who looks relieved to receive it. "Here..." She mutters, her voice quiet but firm.

Eyla takes the knife carefully, still watching Mitsuki warily. "Thanks... s-sister..." She whispers before curling up even tighter against Kay.

The two sisters exchange worried glances, not sure what to make of their new owner.

Both sisters exchange confused looks before slowly nodding. They carefully pick up what little possessions they have - a few scraps of cloth that could be used as makeshift blankets or clothing, and a couple of small, half-eaten pieces of dried meat. They gather their meager belongings and stand beside each other in the middle of the cell, waiting for Mitsuki's next command.

Eyla looks up at her sister with worried eyes. "You think... she really means to help us, Kay?"

Eyes squeezed shut, Kay grinds against you, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to find some sort of release from the pain and humiliation. She clings desperately to her sister, using Eyla's soft body as a shield against your rough hands and insistent hips.

Eyla cries out in pain and fear with every thrust, her small frame trembling beneath the weight of their shared situation.

Kay's entire body tenses at your touch, her muscles bunching as she tries to push you away. She lets out a strangled cry, half-sobs of pain and shame, but even then, it's not enough to make you stop. Her fingers dig into Eyla's shoulders as she clings desperately to her sister, trying to block out the world around them.

Eyla whimpers and squirms beneath them, tears streaming down her face.

"Yes! Let's go home!" Eyla exclaims, her voice filled with relief and hope. Kay nods in agreement, squeezing her sister's hand reassuringly. They follow Carl closely, ready to face whatever challenges await them on this new journey.

"Hurry up and lead the way, human. Home sounds good right about now," Kay mutters, trying to sound braver than she feels. Eyla clings to her hand, small feet barely keeping pace with the sisters' longer strides as they trail behind Carl .

As you continue to sew up your wound, both girls exchange worried glances but remain silent. "We could help if you wanted," Eyla finally says softly, her voice barely audible over the rustling of fabric and clinking of metal. "I mean, we've helped each other with stuff like this before..." Her words trail off uncertainly as she waits for your response.

"We could at least watch to make sure you don't mess it up worse," Eyla offers with a small smile. "You know we're good at that kind of thing." She moves closer, eyeing the injury carefully as she looks for any signs of infection or improper stitching.

Kay nods in agreement, kneeling down beside you on the kitchen floor. "Yeah," she says softly, "we'd hate to see anything happen because we weren't there to help."

"It's okay," Kay whispers softly into the quiet room, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "We're safe here... with you." She hesitates for a moment before adding, "Thank you..."

Eyla nods against Kay's skin, not trusting herself to speak just yet. But she squeezes her sister tighter in gratitude and relief, grateful for the first time in what feels like forever that someone doesn't want to hurt them.

"Okay," Kay whispers back, trusting you enough to allow it. She tilts her head up slightly, exposing her forehead for your kiss. Her heart skips a beat as she feels your lips brush against her skin; it's a gentle, reassuring touch that she hasn't felt in so long.

Eyla closes her eyes, feeling the warmth spread through her body from where you're holding them both.