13.Jul.13, 06:34 PM
[i]I know. She probably fought with one of the other kids, or worse, a bully, replied M'din, frowning. He'd heaved an audible sigh when she sat up, banishing his horrible fear that she was unconscious. He refused to imagine a more severe outcome- one that had tormented the mind of the father of five only moments before. When the girl repeated her story he nodded understandingly, glad to hear she would tell him the truth after a moment of soul-searching. It was noble to stand up for someone being victimized, and the brownrider had no love for anyone heartless enough to bully, but he wondered if there wasn't a wiser way to handle the situation.
"I'm glad you tried to defend the little ones," M'din told her sincerely. He set down his fishing gear and crossed his legs beside her, motioning for Armath to take a seat. The brown curled up (miraculously) without protest, listening keenly to the conversation. Despite the girl's protests, M'din was rather concerned about her well-being and was eventually hoping to convince her to see a healer. "But maybe next time you should tell an adult so they can help you. Imagine if you hadn't been there for the little one, and no one was there to defend him or her because they didn't know who to watch out for. It seems hard to believe sometimes, but adults know what it was like to be a kid and can usually fix these sorts of problems pretty quickly."
Responding to her apologies, Armath dryly told her,