"Is he alive?" Harold leaned forward and stared at the unconscious body of Noah. His gaze contained a mixture of fear and confusion.
"I think so…" Gerald, who was sitting next to the sequoia tree, replied, and Harold turned to look at him. "I checked on him a few minutes ago, before you woke up." Gerald decided to clarify. "He's breathing, and it seems like he has no injuries. Well, at least nothing visible. So I guess he's just unconscious."
"... I see," Harold nodded his head. He then awkwardly scratched his chin and walked up to Gerald, who tilted his head up from the ground in order to look at Harold. "And who exactly is that?" Harold asked the question that had been bugging him all this time.
