Thud, thud…
Ralph saw Kumur's mother groveling at the wizard's feet, while the other villagers also went to express their thanks, leaving Tulu behind.
This looked so sad.
Tulu was silently keeping his wound pressed without doing anything else in particular. Yet Ralph felt as if Tulu carried a strange semblance that kept everyone away.
There were still a few people staying with him, but they did nothing other than giving him sympathetic looks.
After a long silence, two streams of red tears ran down Tulu's cheeks.
Yet Tulu was still completely quiet, even when weeping.
Ralph considered and decided to say something at least, "Tulu, you need to patch up that cut, or it'll become nasty at this rate."
Tulu slowly looked up, but he did not respond.
Ralph helped Tulu up and assisted him back to the village.