Amina opens the door, wiping her hands on her faded, dusty tunic. "Oh! We don't normally get visitors in these parts," she says softly. "Would you... like to come inside? Fatima will fetch some water." You notice Fatima slipping outside, her tunic tattered and dusty as she carries a bucket, while Aliya lingers nervously by the wall, clutching her frayed tunic and not meeting your gaze.