[Oh, no, seriously, is he going to have to hold a grubby, snotty little child hand? Uggghhhh. Maverick's lucky Therion likes him. Or maybe it's more that he's... well, all right, no kid's ever lucky to have been hit, but Therion's not a monster, and he's not cruel. He can't leave a hurt, scared, small kid alone in the fog.

Not the way he was left bloody and broken at the bottom of the cliff.]

All right. We can look for them together for a while, but then we should find somewhere safe to get you cleaned up, okay?

[He rises again and finally walks over to take the poor kid's hand.]