Neverwinter Forest There's Glass on the Playground

There was a rustle followed by the patchy pelt of a boy. She wasn't entirely sure how he knew she was here though chance was not fully out of the picture either...she didn't recognize him, nor did she have time to even greet him as he rushed to her side, nosing over her body until his eyes landed at the stretching cut. The unfamiliar touch made her ridged, though when his eyes met hers she seemed to let go of a breath she had unknowingly been holding.

Hotaru swallowed, a slow nod of her head following in response to his question. Did he live here too? His scent seemed to blend with the others of the forest, so she could only assume he was one of the other kids Liliana had mentioned. Usually, she found herself walking off an injury, though as her violet gaze fluttered down to the blood dripping she realized she never had a cut so deep. There was a moment of panic, her only experience with large amounts of blood was death— and she didn't want to die. The boy didn't seem overly worried though, he said he had supplies...he could fix it?

You know how to stop it?