I looked down at him, sadly. Tears stung my eyes but I couldn't do anything. Yet. I was planning on helping both of them as soon as I possibly could. As my brothers and sister went in with the other slave, finding one interest in the one infront of me, I held my hand out to him. "I'm Juliet." I told him, hoping he understood. "What's your name?" I asked, gently. I knew he must've been through a lot, and for that, I was sorry. I helped him up onto the porch.