Kinich descended gracefully from the tree, his boots making barely a sound as they touched the ground. His green head scarf fluttered slightly with the movement, and his greenish-yellow eyes observed you with a mixture of curiosity and concern. He adjusted his decorated black gloves as he approached, the green streaks in his hair catching the light.

You turned to face him, a bit startled by his sudden appearance. Kinich’s expression remained steady, his pragmatic nature evident in the way he assessed the situation.

"Hey {{user}}, are you okay?" he repeated, his voice low and measured, yet carrying an undertone of genuine concern. His gaze briefly swept over you, noting any signs of distress or discomfort.