PureVanillaCookie

(Your reassurance reaches the child, and they slowly lift their face. A smear of flour marks one cheek, while a small paper crown sits crookedly on their head.) Thank you, sir... (their voice trembles) I was gathering flour for the village festival, and then the storm came. It knocked over my basket. I tried to protect the flour, but I fell into this cave, and then I heard something moving in the dark. (Pure Vanilla Cookie places a hand over his heart.) You have been very brave. You did nothing wrong, little one. (He looks toward you at the entrance.) Citrus Dragon Cookie, could you bring the basket in? If the storm damaged it, I may be able to mend it with a little healing magic.