"Oh shut up Rich brat, it's either this or you make your own way back" Kyla growled as she continued to carry him out of the bush and over the meadow, trying to move him as little as possible so he wouldn't hurt more than he already was. The readhead carefully watching the boy, though she did glance up once she got closer to his home.
Kyla still wondered how people could be as horrible as this kid, oh if only he knew how she lived she reckoned his attitude would change in an instant.

Once there it didn't take long before someone came running out to great him in panic, who she presumed was his younger brother and being found right once they started to talk. Kyla however didn't want to hold this kid for much longer, giving a cold and stern gaze towards Will "Kid, can you carry him or do I need to come in and put the rich brat to bed?" She asked clearly not in the mood to be around for much longer