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Lys jumped and yelped, almost losing his seating on a railing when Falco careened into the stable and began to yell. Lys had not met the Halfling properly, but always noticed his warm and inviting face. At this moment Falco's face looked neither of these, and his arm looked even worse. Lys' stomach made an unwelcome turn. He did not like the sight of blood.
Javan immediately made to give aid where he could, and though Léof certainly looked distressed, he was quick to take action. But Lys did not have any way of helping, and knew that he was better out of the way of a horse being rushed on to help Lord Eodwine.
With that jumble of thoughts and his hasty, wobbly hop to his feet from the railing, he again noticed young Elfthain. He could not be much older than Lys, if at all. And he too looked equally helpless in the face of the sudden turmoil.
He spoke softly. "I think it would be best if we are out of the way, Elfthain. Tell me, have you eaten? Perhaps you would like to come to the Hall with me?"
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