Ozmorin and Little Eden slowly trailed their way along the cobblestone road, neither talking but with a thousand thoughts, as a light breeze would seemingly at random flicker past Ozmorin, and he took it as proof, as he had a thousand times before, that Kind was there. She obviously stayed hidden to avoid being seen, although there was a miniscule chance that anyone that they came upon could actually see her manifest, but occasionally she would concentrate enough to dab at Little Eden's nose, causing a wild and futile chase in which Little Eden would playfully dive at nothing, attempting to catch an invisible foe. However, it seemed the grim mood would seep back in and both would return to walking in an awkward silence. This pattern repeated itself for several minutes until Kind gave one last try at lifting their spirits. Suddenly, all to Ozmorin's surprise, a massive gust of wind gusted at his feet, causing him to lose his balance and being sent forward in a comical tumble, and Ozmorin, laying on the ground in a mess, with his outfit being thrown askew, gave an angered glare at no specific thing. He held his discontented face for a mere few seconds before boasting out in a bellowing laughter, and he quickly swept up Little Eden, peskily ruffling her hair in a kiddish and jolly way. When he finally sat her down again and their chuckling was done, they continued walking with a slight smile, for they had but almost, almost, completely forgotten about the carnage.
They walked lightly for only a few seconds before a clearly injured Aina came tumbling out of the brush, and Ozmorin could tell his wing was broken. Dashing over worriedly, Ozmorin decided to help, but he wanted to know he was not obliviously joining a fight and putting Little Eden in danger.
"Woah! Settle down. First, tell me how you obtained these wounds." Ozmorin was straight forward and authoritative.