[color=f26522]"Bah,"[/color] Yuuma grunted, waving his hand as though to dispel Kazuo's guilt. [color=f26522]"No one thought we'd be attacked like that -- I know you'd have been there had you known."[/color]

He turned his focus back to keeping himself upright, eyes absentmindedly looking around the room. Yuuma could barely feel his legs below his knees, and any feedback he did get was only sharp pain. That was the price of overloading a part of himself: Fried nerves, throbbing pain, and all the mana in his body used up. 

It had certainly been worth it, though. The doll had gone at the girl who had been fighting alongside him and Yamato. Yuuma had no idea about what she could do -- it's entirely possible she could have gotten away from the doll's blade without his help. But like [i]hell[/i] he'd gamble with a person's life like that, simply to avoid a little pain. Though, despite his efforts, both Kelin and the girl had still been injured. Some frustration and guilt swirled around inside him at that fact.

Thankfully, his badly bruised, purple legs were hidden away beneath his robes -- no one had to know. A hero never showed weakness in front of others. He could rest when he was at home later, alone. For now he'd bare with it and stand tall.

Kelin spoke boisterously, still himself despite his wounds, which Yuuma was glad to see. It took Yuuma another moment to actually register what the man had said.

[i]'Priest,' coupled with the fact that Kelin had no visible wounds, but was definitely in pain.[/i] Yuuma's eyes snapped open as he stepped towards Kelin. [color=f26522]"Who--"[/color]

Just as he began to speak, however, the young boy they had saved tumbled to the floor, trying to walk on his injured legs.

[color=f26522]"Ah!"[/color] Yuuma exclaimed. Quickly stooping down, he picked the child up gingerly, afraid to hurt him further. [color=f26522]"Hey kid, don't... don't try to walk."[/color] He had been about to tell him not to cry, but stopped himself, realizing that was a stupid thing to say considering what he had been through.

Yuuma glanced around momentarily, worried and lost as to what he should do or say to calm the boy down. As he fought to ignore the pain in his legs and keep a straight face, he heard the kid mumble something about hamsters.

Looking around again, Yuuma spotted Yamato's hamsters on a table, drinking from a plate. [color=f26522]"Oh,"[/color] he said to himself, walking over and setting the boy down carefully into a seat at the table.

Hoping that'd be enough to help ease the boy's pain, he paused to gather himself before turning back to Kelin. [color=f26522]"Did the guy mention his name or anything?"[/color] Yuuma asked deliberately, his contained anger and apprehension creeping into his voice.