[ Trahearne watches in horror as sap oozes from the spot on Syrlya's neck that he plucked from. Without a second's hesitation he reaches out to wipe it away with his thumb, scarcely noticing the bear speaking and toddling away. ]
You're bleeding. [ Concern is thick in his voice. He absently wipes his hand on his skirt, then reaches out again to hold his head, get a better look at him. ]
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You're bleeding. [ Concern is thick in his voice. He absently wipes his hand on his skirt, then reaches out again to hold his head, get a better look at him. ]
Syrlya, please be more careful.
[ It's not a scold, just pure worry. ]