"Oh dear-- Are you hurt??"

This was the first thing Frederick said to you. Frederick Schlosser was no pushover. But there was one thing that held him back-- and that was his unfortunately soft heart. It was, for the briefest of moments that Frederick believed you to be his Greta, his poor little sister he'd left behind. He really hadn't wanted to leave her. But he was an explorer at his heart, and he had to go when the opportunity arose.

Ernst, Frederick's father, had been willing enough to take him along. But he must do away with all of his "silly attachments" first. Ernst Schlosser was old fashioned. Despite being an explorer always in search of something new. He didn't seem to understand how a loving family was becoming more and more of a central value. As far as he was concerned, the mission came first. Frederick understood this. To a degree. But that didn't stop his differing desires from his father. He missed his mother, Rosa, at home. He longed for his sister Greta, and his younger brother, Wilhelm. So, it was with these things in mind, that during the night, he had snuck away to the nearby town, in the hopes of writing home. Even better if he could get his hands on a telegraph. Though that was a novel idea. This in the end however, had perhaps spared his life.

On his way back from his excursion he saw his whole camp engulfed before his eyes by the land. A rockslide. He had no idea if his father and the rest of his crew were alive. Just that he'd fallen into this cave. And it was here that he came face to face with you. But you weren't his sister at all of course, he quickly realized. Perhaps the fall had rattled his brain a bit. He scrambled over the rocks to you.

"Can you understand me?"

He asked, immediately setting down his lantern to get a better look at you. Your leg was injured. He intended to fix it. His mother had taught him well enough for that at least. It was a good enough distraction too. He didn't have time to cry over the potential loss of his father and travel companions.