“Hey now. Relax, I gotcha.” He squatted next to you, looking you over. “I told ya to shout if you needed me. What happened with that, huh?” He grinned.

His fingertrips brushed back some hair in your face, seeing a wound on your forehead. He clicked his tongue, sighing.

“Mn… Well, if it makes you feel better, I took care of that lil’ cursed spirit. So you’re safe.” He smiled, scooping you up into his arms. “Let’s get you patched up, pretty.”