[X]Helpful. A hand offered at your lowest point is the most seductive and it would not do to start a partnership in a false deal. Aproach him. Help him get the boy out of this damnable conflagration and commiserate with his weakness.
The first thing that the man notices is the music. A harp sounding around him, soothing and calming.
He turns, and sees you. You wonder what you must look like to him. A woman taller than him, with hands that branch into many smaller fingers that weave through harp strings that only appear for a brief second, and gold hair that moves of it's own accord.
You smile kindly at him. "Are you okay? Do you need help?"
He gapes at you for a second, and you see him reaching for some strange flame piece on the ground, before he stops. "What are you?" He asks.
"A concerned spirit." You frown, and kneel besides him, looking at the bruised body of the boy. Your hair moves to him, as you go to bundle him up, but the man flinches. "Be not afraid. I mean no harm."
He looks at you for a second, and then nods. You bundle the child up in your hair, and smile at him. "Where shall I take him?" You ask. You're not quite sure what humans do to care for their young. You would have just given him over to a Neomah.
He looks at the sleeping child. "This way."
He leads you to where you see some large carriages with flashing red lights on them, with no horses in sight. Humans in white climb out of them, and start combing the destruction, whilst near them a large red carriage (Moving under it's own power? Is it an artifact?) pulls up, as humans in yellow use a long line that spews water to put out the fires.
The man has you put the child where the people in white will find him, and then has you retreat, so that they don't see you. They take the child, and usher him to one of the white carriages, which rides off towards the city.
The man smiles a little, then frowns as he turns to you. "Who are you?"
What do you say?
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