Ning returned to Emma and Umbra with the young, wounded boy in his arm.
Emma's eyes immediately widened in horror when she saw the state that the boy was in. She quickly felt the wrist on his left arm and knew that he was alive.
"Thank god," she said quietly. "What happened?"
"Bandits," Ning asked simply.
"Bandits?" Emma asked with a frown on her face. "And you dealt with them?"
"Yeah, punished the ones that were after him and killed the rest," Ning said. "I couldn't save his village though. Everyone was dead by the time I got there."
"How awful!" Emma couldn't help but say. She could feel anger boiling in her heart, and it made her even more angry remembering the fact that there was never anything she could do about it.
She could never hurt anyone. That was a curse for her in moments like these.
"Heal him already," Emma said. "Why is he still hurt? Oh god, he's even missing an arm."