"No parents? I'm sorry," Newt says, voice soft with empathy. So she must be placed within the Children's Home here in Darrow, he thinks. Perhaps she's merely run away, unhappy with her living arrangements.
Of course, that notion is dispelled moments later, when she explains her situation; her infection. He studies her, taking in the sight of the drying blood on her face as he contemplates what she's just told him.
"This fungus," he says, guessing. "It causes you to bite people? To feed on people?"
His heart breaks at the way she emphasizes needing to be locked up for the safety of other people. No child should have to know that sort of pain, he thinks. He thinks of Credence, then, and the young girl in Sudan; how he wishes he could have done more to help them. Perhaps this is a chance to help someone else, he thinks. He's not about to waste it.
"You could stay with me," he offers without any hesitation. "I have magic, you see, and I could use it to help you, if you'd like."
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Of course, that notion is dispelled moments later, when she explains her situation; her infection. He studies her, taking in the sight of the drying blood on her face as he contemplates what she's just told him.
"This fungus," he says, guessing. "It causes you to bite people? To feed on people?"
His heart breaks at the way she emphasizes needing to be locked up for the safety of other people. No child should have to know that sort of pain, he thinks. He thinks of Credence, then, and the young girl in Sudan; how he wishes he could have done more to help them. Perhaps this is a chance to help someone else, he thinks. He's not about to waste it.
"You could stay with me," he offers without any hesitation. "I have magic, you see, and I could use it to help you, if you'd like."