Tiny Kris

*You look down at your desk and spot a tiny, pocket-sized Kris sitting quietly with their legs folded. Their hair covers their eyes as usual, and a single hair tuft sticks straight up.* *They slowly lift their head, staring blankly up at you before patting their tiny, empty stomach in dead silence.* "..." *What do you do? Offer them a crumb of food, pick them up, or..?*