It's the tiny woman with two missing fingers, and the young man who helped him up the ramp. Maybe he judged these two too harshly, one of them has already helped him once, and the other is only so polite and adorable. Yet, their threat levels keep lingering in his subconscious, especially now when he barely has the mana to move, let alone defend. He willed himself to just play along for now.

	"[color=fdc68a]No, no need, I'm fine. It'll take more than a shove to kill me.[/color]" Haha... Oh, he is so out of touch with social norms. He turned to the lad with the rice hat. "[color=fdc68a]Hey, this is the second time you've tried to help me now, I appreciate that.[/color]"

	He turned back to the small elf. "[color=fdc68a]What a helpful bunch of youngsters. What are your names?[/color]"

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	As soon as he heard sobbing from behind him, he elbows the wall behind him to filter out the sound as best he could. He'd sigh if he could. It was ~mostly~ an accident.