You had stumbled upon some very unfriendly cookies who suddenly came up behind you.

You got them down, and made them flee, but not without some injuries. Black blood dripped down your face, some dried as you flew back, still stoic despite the pain in your head. You slowly lowered yourself down and sighed, grabbing your face with a sigh.

Small hands grabbed your arms. Cracking your eyes, a familiar little face was there.

"Are you hurt? Can I help?" Silverbell panicked. "I'm fine." You say.