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Connor saw the child cry and immediately knew she was like him. An outcast for some unexplained reason. This clan had no idea what it was like to be a family or assist their downtrodden brethren. He pulled out some wraps and a vial of a mixture from his bag "I made this earlier this morning for emergencies. This will sting a little, okay?" he said, applying the mixture to the open wounds on her arms and legs before carefully wrapping them in the cloth wraps. "There...they shouldn't get infected." he said, smiling at the girl. He stood up and stared at the tree for a few moments before looking back at Fleur "My name is Connor Tavarin, from a clan lost to an attack...what is your name?" he asks. For this first time in a long time, he wanted to make a friend. Connor quietly gave thanks to his family, wanting to believe they answered his message.