"Oh dear, oh dear, such a wound to the belly. The seat of all appetites. Where all our hunger, our desire, rests. 'Tis no wonder than the belly hurts so bad when wounded, and causes us little mortals to leave for the next world...most of the time."
Rain reached down with one slender finger, whispering a few words as she did, and tapped the child on the chest lightly.
While Ben and Rain are tending to the wounded child, and Touch is calming the other two boys, Elisa gives her attention to Amalia. She walks up, puts her arm around her and gently tries to move her back a bit and out of the way.
"I'm so sorry. You are his mother? Don't worry, they are taking care of him. With their healing he will be just fine. We're not going to go anywhere, just giving them a little room to work."
She speaks in short, easy to parse thoughts so that Amalia is able to follow her.
"With St. Alman's blessings your boy will recover well. Keep your faith and give your boy all your love, as a mother's love is a powerful thing. Is there anything I can do for you while these blessed healers are working?"
She takes Amalia in her arms, giving her a comforting but non-constricting hug.
"Come now, come now, give the boy some room," Valeriana says, stepping forward. Her shawl flutters prettily over her shoulders as she urges other members of the crowd back, laying a gentle hand on several shoulders, and meeting as many eyes as possible. "Certainly, we are all concerned, but surely this child and his mother don't want all eyes on them just now."
Pietro narrows his eyes at the suddenly silent child. "There's something you're not telling me."
He glares at the older child yelling at Touch. "Leave the decision making of who is helping who to adults, who haven't almost committed accidental homicide! Ben and..." He pauses for a moment, trying to remember the woman healing the child's name. I wanna say Sleet? No...Hail...? No...River? Oh wait. "...Rain are tending to him. Now I suggest if there's any information that's been left out, by any of you, we hear it - I don't care how obscure or useless you might think it is. A life may be on the line, and since your decision making skills lead to an arrow in the belly of young Arend, why don't you defer to our judgment on the matter?" His stare could cut through steel right now. Sometimes you had to play Bad Cop.
Damn stupid kids. What does he mean he shouldn't have been crawling in the bushes? Kids crawl around and play in stuff all the time. Any decent hunter would've taught their son to make sure you know what you're shooting, though, especially this close to town.
Heh. I like this guy. I've always gotta be so sickly sweet in this damn town, it's nice to hear someone say what he's actually thinking. What was his name again? Pietro?
Ralleck glanced briefly in the direction of the older boy, and then turned his head back down to the wound, and the arrow. Noting the rather odd smell and sudden rotting, he waits till Faith was done with her spell to cast Detect Magic to see if there was anything out of the ordinary going on here in that regards. It was, as far as he was concerned, much nicer to be able to get one's information directly.
"Sometimes, too many performers spoil a show." Touch explained, preferring to use her own words for topics like these. "You can only have so many hands tending to wounds. Frustrating though it may be, sometimes the best thing to do is to stand back and let others do their jobs. Knowing when your actions will only make things worse is part of being an adult - and not learning the lesson will only lead to more pain."
Seeing the boy stabilize successfuly, Ben lifts his head and surveys the crowd.
"He will live, for now. He needsss more attention. Help me take him to the church. Hasss anyone ssseen Father Gromwell?"
Elisa looks over at Ben "I still haven't seen him, sorry. I think Amalia still needs me, if there is anyone else that can help you with the boy. We'll be right behind you."
She continues to hug the boy's mother, because why not.
Ben nods, and after Faith’s further administrations, lifts the boy. “Clear sssome room, pleassse,” he addresses the crowd, “nothing more to sssee here.”
He then begins carrying the injured lad towards the church, gladly accepting the help of anyone more able-bodied than he.
Elisa follows Ben, her arm around Amalia's shoulders, gently leading her along.
Ralleck carefully helps the tiefling move the boy.