Rowan Leah Pari's Story

Rowan stood, silently watching the scene unfold infront of her - She knew that Idax (She managed to recognize him, even soaked and bloody.) could handle it but still felt the urge to help anyway she could.
And so she followed them swiftly back to the Orphanage, her bare feet immune to the sharp pebbles which clawed at her feet, now.
She enjoyed being bare foot, either that or wearing her combat boots but any other shoes and she finds them too frail; they don't seem to want to stay on her feet.

As Rowan entered the door in which the boy must be, she noticed also a girl there too.
Taking a deep breath, Rowan hid the tears that formed behind her eyes when she thought about siblings for even she had, had one once, in fact she had three - But they were all dead now.

Shaking her head out of this sadness, Rowan puts on her usual neutral face and walks into the room, looking at the boys' wounds.
It seemed like Idax had a few more and yet the other boys was deeper.
"Would you like me to help?" She asked them all, although Idax should know she wouldn't take anything other than 'yes' as an answer.
Walking to her bedroom, she reached under her mattress and brought out a small bottle of anti-septic.
Rowan then went to the bathroom, getting some tissue to dab it onto.
As she walked back to where Idax and the siblings were stationed she smiled at them, remembering she hadn't even introduced herself yet.
"Hello," She says, "I'm Rowan."
After the greeting, she puts a small amount of anti-septic tissue on both boys' wounds, attempting to preserve the bottle just in case she has another fight with a guard.
After cleaning the wounds - In which a lot of pain was had - Rowan wound tissue around each wound, using tissue as a poor excuse of a bandage.

Avaline
I took a piece of bread from the boy realizing I still didn’t know his name. I wanted to ask but I wasn’t sure how. A sound caught my attention. The two figures I had seen in the distance earlier had now arrived. The boy had bumped into the older girl. He blinked for a moment than catching sight of Evan and I said, “Hey, I’m Boris!” He proceeded to rush over for his share of bread. The girl stood silent for a moment then informed us that she was Ryann. “Bonjour,” I replied in French “I’m Avaline.” I scooted over to the younger boy, Boris. I was interested. I had never met anyone of my age and my curiosity was bothering me. I wanted to smile and start up a conversation with him but I couldn’t. I just stared.
Meanwhile Evan was emptying his pockets out and introducing himself at the same time. There was mostly bread and a few dry pastries. My mouth watered but I didn’t dare take one. We had to save our food. A girl walked in snapping me out of my daydream. She looked very young, maybe 10 or 11. She was pretty short too, like me. Yet I was still a bit smaller maybe by an inch. For a second I smiled realizing that for once I wasn’t the youngest. Then I remembered I was around people. My face flushed and then returned to its blank state. “Hello.” The girl greeted us. “Hey,” My brother answered. He looked perfectly relaxed. I, however, was very flustered in this new place. There was one new person flooding in after the next. Sighing, I forgot to answer the girl.
“Bonjour, je suis Avaline. Enchanté de faire votre connaissance.” I said. It was French for “Hello I’m Avaline. Nice to meet you.” I doubted the girl could speak French but I said it anyway. Shows how tired I was.