"I am not completely unscathed, but I am fine. It is my sister I am worried about." Bobo replied quietly, revealing the bundle he was holding which was in fact a very little girl. She was alive, but looked nearly dead. She had a blank expression in her eyes as she gazed, seemingly confused, and her dry mouth hung open with her head slumped to the side from exhaustion. She gripped onto her brother's collarbone that was protruding from the skinniness of starvation, but her grip was loose and weak, and only his stillness kept her hand steady. Her little ribs that were surprisingly visible barely moved as she breathed softly.
"Meine Gott..." Dierk muttered, shocked by the state of these two. The girl looked terrible, it was a pitiful sight to see a child in such conditions. But he wasn't sure if the boy was much better.