Lost Creek Hollow eyes like frozen planets

Her name? Oh, yes.

My name is Iris. A glance from the warm woman to the other, who asked her questions.

Lack of food had dulled the girl's reaction time. She had slaked her thirst with the river, but the offer of food made her slowly realize she was actually very hungry. Like a pit had opened in her belly.

There's food too? There it was, the glow of hope in her tired eyes.