"Hello," Lycan calls out questioningly, "I'm Lycan who are you?"

The little figure turns to him. Their eyes glint in the dark, like a cat's.

Lycan watches the figure, "A changeling? Uhh hello."

They stare at him warily, not saying anything.

Lycan stays where he is but makes sure he gives them enough room to leave if they want.
"I'm not here for trouble, I'm here to hide."

The changeling quietly stares. It's hard to see them with it so dark, but they look to maybe be around 8 years old.

Lycan backs away, "Sorry for disturbing you."
He quietly walks to the kitchen and searches for a bit of food.

There's a fridge and a microwave, along with some bread and spices. Not much of them though.

Lycan takes a few pieces of bread before going back to his bed. He makes a mental list of needed groceries and other supplies.

He hears someone moving around. Probably the changeling, because it's almost inaudible.