Teruk didn’t need to be reminded of the long-term effect of the King’s decisive nature, even if the end result was a lot of people getting killed. Teruk himself made quite a decent living off of the King’s declaration of extermination of the monkeys, the leather works he had crafted and the bone carvings were a grim reminder of that. It was oddly reassuring having a King who made his mind up swiftly and without hesitation. If anyone would see the Deku people through a looming crisis, it would be the King. He may have been a very severe man, but if Termina was facing an impending peril, it was hard to imagine someone better suited for leading his people through it.

When Teruk and Mr. Teko reached the park, Teruk found it slightly disheartening but totally understandable that more than a handful of his people had already taken flight back to the swamps. It was hardly a reassuring sign of unity he would have preferred to see. He didn’t have time to fully grasp the situation when Mrs. Teko approached, pleading with him to help Treka. The fact the girl was conscious was good; he could certainly work with that. He said as much. “Sure, just let me get at my supplies; I have a few potions and salves crafted already that should be ample.” He looked at Treka before hurrying off to his aunt and uncle’s locked off supplies to get at his own. Using his own set of keys, he quickly had access to the chest with his healing crafts and soon was returning to the injured girl with a bottle with the familiar red healing colour and a separate jar with a yellowish translucent jelly. Kneeling beside the girl, he removed the cork from the red potion and handed it to her. “Drink this. I try to sweeten these things, but it still might taste a bit unpleasant. It will help your body recover faster, but don’t go running around for the rest of the night.” He said, taking the lid off of the second jar and a sponge, dipping it into the jelly and preparing to coat the area where she was struck. “This might sting a bit, but it’ll help ease the pain and close off your wound. Hold still, this will be over soon…” he said, beginning his work as he listened to the others talk excitedly amongst themselves about what happened. It was not at all what he would have expected.

“I’m not exactly an expert in the fine points of trade negotiations, but there’s no way that man could have had a Title Deed, in such a short time… and why would he have one, of all people? They usually only concern Deku, don’t they?” he asked. 

Teruk gave Treka a reassuring squeeze of the shoulder. “You did the best you could; nobody’s blaming you for what happened. Nobody could have known that somebody would have attacked you, it’s been so long since any of us got hurt, especially in Clocktown. I’m just glad you’re okay!” Teruk said, trying to sound cheerful for the girl’s benefit. “Besides, we all support one another, so don’t you worry about this. It’s much nicer to see you a little bit banged up instead of seriously hurt, so this really is no trouble at all.”

He turned to the others. “Do you think it’s possible that blue caped swordsman is in town? I think that if we want to find out who did this, we need to find who he’s looking for and get some answers. I would think someone like that would stick out, how many people can possibly fit that description?” Teruk asked. “At the very least, with the guards all distracted by this Ikana nonsense, it probably wouldn’t be a bad idea to try to find the guy to warn him. I think he might be in trouble.”