[ Hoping to get her to come along with them so long as Henry is able to get moving towards medical attention, Allelujah kneels, his Carrier following suit and bounding over to them. Before he can speak, however, there's a pointed break in the crowd up ahead. A young couple, the woman with a shallow basket on her arm, approach. His glimmer of hope is realized when they call out to the girl, and her whole face lights up. ]
Mama! Papa!
[ She takes off, and Rosalind almost goes after her, if not for Allelujah's quick tap on his shield to keep her near. He stands as the child reaches her parents, getting scooped up by the father. The mother approaches, smiling gratefully. ]
Thank you so much for keeping an eye on her. We never would have been able to give these out, if not for you — oh! Silly me. Here we are!
[ She reaches into the basket and scoops up a handful of bright carnations, all but pushing them into Allelujah's hands. As the family leaves, he overhears them chattering, "They really are our Heroes, aren't they?", and then he's finally able to put his attention where it needs to be.
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Mama! Papa!
[ She takes off, and Rosalind almost goes after her, if not for Allelujah's quick tap on his shield to keep her near. He stands as the child reaches her parents, getting scooped up by the father. The mother approaches, smiling gratefully. ]
Thank you so much for keeping an eye on her. We never would have been able to give these out, if not for you — oh! Silly me. Here we are!
[ She reaches into the basket and scoops up a handful of bright carnations, all but pushing them into Allelujah's hands. As the family leaves, he overhears them chattering, "They really are our Heroes, aren't they?", and then he's finally able to put his attention where it needs to be.
Albeit it now with a handful of flowers. ]
H. We should get going.