Neverwinter Forest There's Glass on the Playground

But not alone for long, as Caerus shuffled through the forest with his head hung low to the ground like a prowling cat, though he certainly lacked the meat on his bones to look anything of the sort. It was the scent of blood that caught his attention, and he made his way over quickly, only hesitating for a moment when he saw it was a stranger child. Nevermind that- it certainly wasn't Mal's, with that coat untouched by any blemish, so he couldn't stop himself from rushing towards her. you're hurt, where? He inquired, though already her was nosing at her, following the bloodscent to the source at her arm. He paused and looked into the stranger's eyes, tone gentle, do you think you'll be okay waiting here, while i go grab my supplies?