Watching the attempted exchange of conversation, her eyebrows furrowing together in both confusion and sadness at the fact that the man continued on his way, not even bothering to help a little boysâ home and it honestly made her upset. Walking over, Anya puts down a few dollars and frowns. âItâs not much, but itâs all that I currently have, you donât have to give me anything, I just want to be of help in any way possible.â
Peach was not the best person, she would admit. She could easily do something more for these kids and this is all she could manage to bring herself to do. Even with that, it still hurt every time someone passed. Sheâs seen business people, bakers, bankers, and other people who could have easily pitched in and yet nobody would listen. It was like she was invisible. But apparently, that invisibility wore off when someone comes up and, without hesitation, puts down a bit of money. While she was tearing up already, the gesture warmed her and brought a bit more. â Oh- are you- â It took her a minute to formulate a sentence. â No please, are you sure ? You donât have to do that I- here, take whatever and however much you want. Thatâd get you at something, and these wonât make it to too many other homes anyways. â