Bramblepoint This flower is perfect!

A flurry of panicked footsteps neared, and his eyes shot open. He was unfortunately lying on his good eye, leaving the damaged ruby one to peer out at the world. Black Hat could make out that it was a youngster, brown in color, but the rest of them was an unfocused blob. He only realized it was a boy when he heard his voice.

He grunted, far from in the mood to be fawned over. Obviously... Black Hat mumbled hoarsely, rolling his eyes. It was too much effort to explain what happened. If he weren't in excruciating pain, he'd be glad to humor him and weave a grandiose tale of what happened — centered around how great he was, of course. It could wait.

The boy said he could help though, so he answered with a softened tongue. I'd rather not, but I can. What do you need me to do?