He saw an unconscious girl... near the river bank... about 5 years old. With a horn and hooves instead of feet. Neither immortal. Nor mortal. The grace of a unicorn yet the emotion of a human. I looked so weak now. It had been 5 years since he had lost his collection of unicorns to the one last unicorn. And he had only narrowly survived from his fall off the cliff to the water. Wasn't expecting this small, helpless creature. “Shhh… it's alright, little one” he said as he picked you up