"--If it's a kid, they need our help!" Celly yelled back, not stopping.
Though he didn't get an opportunity to discuss anything in the slightest, he couldn't help but share that same mindset: if there was a kid in danger, it was their duty to rescue them. He ran alongside Celly, quickly reaching a separated area in the cave where a small spring of water flowed.
"There…!" Celly gasped, spotting the source of the initial yell.
"Nngh…"
Sitting there on the ground was a crying child–a boy with short, brown hair cut nearly, though tears trailed down his cheeks as he clearly whimpered in pain.
"His leg…" Emilio realized.
The boy's leg had a large gash running along his calf, bleeding profusely onto the ground as it seemed the boy had been running from something, stumbling upon the current area.
Celly didn't hesitate to rush over, comforting the boy as she knelt down, already casting a healing spell on his leg, "It's okay now. I'm here. You're safe."
