It was another simple day in the ruins, everything was rather quiet and unchanged, save for a small yellow child who had wound up inside the flower bed, dressed in an odd and almost dainty-looking pink outfit...if it wasn't for that outfit however, it might have been quite hard to see him in those yellow flowers. He laid their, asleep and face down.
*Oh…Pink?[Toriel leaned down.and poked the creature in the flowers.]*Small one, are you alright?[She could not tell this creature’s species]
[Kaza didn’t say anything after that. He just nodded, confirming to himself that that was who she was. Good, he did remember her. It did feel a little…funny, whatever she was putting against his head, but the bleeding had stopped at least by the time she’d gotten to treating the wound. He reached up and put a hand on her wrist and stared blankly at her sleeve. Perhaps the cloth had caught his interest?]
*Hmm...? Is there something wrong with my arm, dear? [She didn’t quite figure out it was the sleeve, but she was at least aware of the look being given.]










