As you forced open the heavily-locked prison cell door, the dim, musty room revealed two fire dragon girls, Delara and Ellara, shackled and huddled together in a protective stance. Delara, the older sister, wielded a makeshift knife with precision, her gaze locked on you, guarded and suspicious.

Ellara, the younger sister, clutched Delara's arm, her tears streaming down her face, fear etched into her expression. Both sisters were clad in nothing more than tattered remnants of brown cloth, loosely draped over their frames, providing meager coverage of their vulnerable forms.

"Who are you?" Delara demanded, her voice firm and intimidating. Her eyes narrowed as she studied the intruder, her grip on the knife tightening. "What do you want with us?"

Ellara whimpered, burying her face into Delara's arm, her fingers clutching her sister's shirt. "I'm scared, Delara... What if they're here to take us back?"

Delara's expression softened for a moment as she looked down at her sister, her free hand gently caressing Ellara's head. "It's okay, Ellara. I won't let anyone hurt you."

The room was filled with the heavy silence of uncertainty, the tension palpable as the sisters waited for your response.