Witch's Marsh Don't want to run aground, your shores are safely found.

Fortunately for the other guy, Evien didn't really give a fuck about his leg. So instead of biting his head off about it, the medic just shrugged. "I dunno. It's been like this since I was born. Nobody did it to me." Thank god for that. That much damage done to the tissues and muscles of your leg, so that it didn't even bend anymore? That'd be way too painful. 

A brow arched and Evien cast a glance over his shoulder. "No creepy brothers here, as far as I know. You're pretty safe. Or, as safe as you can be when the ground isn't solid." He tipped his head to the side and studied the other boy, interested by his behavior. 

"What's your name?"