[ Trahearne regards Syrlya for a moment, not exactly believing him. Of course he's worried. And so he touches the ground, bidding a bright Well of Blood to burst forth beneath them. It's not a cure, but it should help soothe the initial pain of the fall for now.
He gently squeezes his shoulder, a silent plea to take it easy and to follow when he's ready, before he gets up to follow the cub.
He looks around at the pool, entranced by the beauty of the scene. And when the bear shows him the neat trick, he brightens. ]
How delightful. This place is beautiful. [ He glances back at Syrlya briefly, wanting to show him, before unfastening his own stick from his waist and sticking it in the water for ten seconds, too. ]
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He gently squeezes his shoulder, a silent plea to take it easy and to follow when he's ready, before he gets up to follow the cub.
He looks around at the pool, entranced by the beauty of the scene. And when the bear shows him the neat trick, he brightens. ]
How delightful. This place is beautiful. [ He glances back at Syrlya briefly, wanting to show him, before unfastening his own stick from his waist and sticking it in the water for ten seconds, too. ]