Blackfoot Forest ≡Shadow Dancing

The boy hardly moved. As though he was indifferent to the fate that could have come. His words were fair given the circumstance as well as the rather inconsiderate prattle Collision had offered.

A sigh to collect his thoughts and his eyes grew concerned. Someone had harmed this child and it didn't sit well with him. Memories of past failures twirled around his head. Even attempting to fix this wouldn't rectify what had become ancient history.

"Can I help?" He prayed he wouldn't be expected to do any kind of medic work. The task would be lost, and Collision was far from being able to comprehend the herbs and trees that were fawned over as simply magical.

He lowered his head in honest concern, "I'm in no rush; I'll sit here all day if I must,"