“—One of the Firstborn,” Haldir finished, looking for all the world long-suffering with the explanation. “An elf, if you like."
He watched the boy touch his head, a frown creasing his forehead at the sight of the dried blood.
"Stay here."
Haldir returned a few moments later, a cloth dampened by a nearby river. He knelt besides Leo’s head, dabbing at the site of the injury.
An elf! His eyes trailed after the elegant being even as he went to the creek. There were so many conflicting questions insomuch that the boy could not even voice one of them as the elf returned.
Leo turned his head to better expose the back of it, likely where he hit something when he tumbled down. With every dabbing, he tried not to wince or move.
"Why’re y'helping me?”
