Sometimes, you're better off in the dark

He really wasn't a mean boy, but he also had yet to develop the ability to relate well to others, especially ones he didn't know yet. So he was quiet for a moment, considering the weight of his words -- and hoping he hadn't said something he wasn't supposed to. The last thing he wanted was to get yelled at by his parents.

he rambled on, not sure if more information would help or make her really cry. He hoped he'd made the right decision. "But I think everyone is pretty scared so they don't want to send anyone for information yet. But I'll ask them to make sure your dad comes home." Maybe that would help? He shrugged, and crept closer to her, glancing at her paw.

"I dunno," he replied honestly. "but I can try." It felt like he'd caused the small injury anyway, so shouldn't he try to fix it? A sigh left the young boy's mouth as he nudged her paw to turn it over and stare at it. The piece of wood stuck in the pad of her foot was visible, but too small to simply push out. He leaned to nip at it, trying to avoid biting her but also wanting to grasp the splinter enough to pull it out. "S'gonna hurt," he explained simply before yanking his head back, hoping he had taken the wood out successfully.