Geralt groaned as he slid off Roach's saddle, looking up and down the river. He had been on the trail for roughly three days, and he just ran out of food a day ago. He took his steel sword out of his sheath and tied Roach to a nearby tree while he went to go and hunt for his dinner. He couldn't help but admire the forest around him as he walked. It's not like it was his first time being in this forest, but it was always nice to smell the foliage and flowers.

He paused when his ears picked up on the cries of a child and the laughter of older children, likely teenagers. He turned his head, squinting his eyes to see a child on the bridge being shoved around like a toy among three teenagers. He sheathed his sword, ready to begin marching up and stop the bullying, before his gaze caught on a deer grazing nearby.

His head whipped around when he heard a splash followed by laughter and the teenagers on the bridge driving off. Geralt looked around for the child on the bridge before he saw it in his peripheral vision. A child splashing around in the river as they tried to gasp for air or scream for help, both options were seemingly failing as the current carried the child down the raging stream.

Geralt immediately got to work, dropping some of his gear and diving into the river to help. He propelled his body forward through the water until he grabbed the child, whose body had stopped moving a while ago because of how tired they were from thrashing around. Geralt hauled the child onto the bank, performing CPR as he cursed, praying for you to start sputtering up water. As if on cue, you began coughing up water, curling up as you coughed.

After Geralt helped you into one of his fur blankets and got his stuff back from where he dropped it, he began building a fire.

"You know those kids?" Geralt began speaking, occasionally looking at you and then at the fire he was trying to start. "The ones on the bridge." He further clarified.

You shook your head, shivering a bit as you watched Geralt's fire crackle and come to life.

"Where are your parents? I need to take you to them," Geralt continued, sitting down comfortably near the fire; situated a meter or two beside you.