[Your consciousness drifts in to the sound of discordant whispers. It sounds like a hushed argument in another room, something you can't quite catch. You're cold. Your skin tingles slightly, and then...]
[It is very pitiful, this child looks about four or five and awfully banged up, as a four or five year old child who fell into a well would be. But he is also a familiar child so.]
[ssstaring at him really warily like he doesn't recognise him at all]
I'm-- It isn't serious...
[but he was still crying about it. No actually judging by the way he's holding his arm it's probably broken but he's acting very unnaturally aware of that injury instead of how a normal kid would react to it]
I [said with the kind of snotty arrogance only a tiny child or a complete ass can manage] am a pure blooded prince of this empire. You'll be gone soon if you don't learn.
[It's broken enough that the bones have just begun to shift, but in the scheme of breaks it's really not very bad. It's bad enough when you're a spoiled five year old though, so he's wailing.]
[He'll quietly wait out any shouting and stomping or whatever Ariel does, kind of completely ignoring him except to keep an eye on him so he doesn't attack or something.]
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[He could climb out of this well and leave the kid.]
[He could.]
[He kneels warily and looks him over instead.]
Are you injured?
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I'm-- It isn't serious...
[but he was still crying about it. No actually judging by the way he's holding his arm it's probably broken but he's acting very unnaturally aware of that injury instead of how a normal kid would react to it]
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It looks broken.
[He makes no move to touch or approach Ariel though, just observing.]
Doesn't it hurt?
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[He looks down at it, pouting but visibly holding in a worse reaction. Sion's a stranger.]
Someone will fix it.
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[He reaches out and wraps his fingers around the broken arm, not hard, but any touch will hurt.]
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Don't touch it!
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Do you know what you are, if I leave you in this well?
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[Sorry Sion you have a tantrum-throwing baby on your hands now.]
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[Idly scoping out handholds for climbing out.]
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I was dragged here from the isolated tower of a very sad child. But what you are is a little brat. Why is it connected?
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[Just. Sad exhausted hiccups.]
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[God does it matter. The kid's a spoiled little monster but he's still part of a heart. He sighs and turns and crouches to give him a hug.]
I can climb out of here.
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...Don't go...
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I won't leave you alone. But you need to behave.
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[Look at this smile it's the beginnings of a charming little liar.]
I will, so don't leave me.
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