Freida
Aldora of Astoria
Zahrada

The sheer voraciousness with which he devoured the delectable bread was proof enough for the woman that he held gratitude. An attitude that took nothing for granted was a welcome sight for someone that had grown exasperated, irritated with the common mindset of a comfortable life being a given. Whereas the stranger finished his food swiftly, Aldora took a brief pause following every comparatively miniature morsel of the pastry, and so she ended up having eaten a third of her half by the time her acquaintance was done.
Barbara
Enoch
Zahrada

There wasn't much for him to do now except wait for his new acquaintance to be done. He had several chances to just walk away, but he stayed put, hands behind his back as he watched the crowd, taking glances at the woman next to him every once in a while.

He seemed quite blank, perhaps even plain when it came to his face and actions, but just like her, he had emotions. He had decided in his head he would spend time with this person until survival or the act of the Gods took him elsewhere without her. He didn't mind someone who bought him food and smiled while eating bread. Anyone who smiles at food was probably a good person in his book.
Freida
Aldora of Astoria
Zahrada

In truth, she fully expected him to wander off and disappear into the crowd, but it seems that she had been disproven — by a man who lacked the speech to offer any retort, no less. Seeing as she had someone patiently waiting for her, the white-haired woman managed a feat of eating both quickly and in a dignified manner. 

The playwright would turn back up to him, unable to decipher his thoughts unlike those who spoke. Finally, she came to the conclusion that the man wished to accompany her; however, she had some doubts lingering that he would be entertained by the theatre.

Then again, she was well knowledgeable of the outcome. The script she had been written herself, of course, therefore there was no reason for it not to succeed.

Worried of his getting separated in the flood of people, washed away by the rushing tide, Aldora took his arm very gently as if she intended to lead him someplace.
Barbara
Enoch
Zahrada

The young man looked down at her as she took his arm, and he allowed it to happen—albeit he was confused at the gesture. There was never a lot of physical contact that Enoch had to deal with, so this felt off-putting at first.

But easily observing the world around him would answer his confusion. Everywhere other were people holding hands and linking arms, laughing as they filed in to watch the stage. Enoch had never seen a play before, and had no clue what was about to happen. He first thought it was an execution, but even to a barbarian such as himself, these people seemed too cheerful for something like that.

He looked back down at his new companion and nodded. If she wanted to watch this thing then he would let her hold onto him and watch it.