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Klaas stretched his long arms above his head and bent backwards, touching his ankles right there on the road. His back popped multiple times and the people who passed by him gave the masked Oban weird looks. At this point in his life, Klaas didn't care. Sure, one day he'd get annoyed with it and snap at them again, but for the most part, he was okay.

Everything had been normal since he got back to Oba. He saw his family, spent time with the, but then his feet got itchy and he just had to leave again. So here he was, wandering without really any end goal in mind.

He'd yet to encounter a healer on the road. It was a pity. He was very interested in what they'd done for his face. He wanted to see if he was one as well.

It was a bit before he got to town, mind wandering the whole time. But when he saw a delicate girl limping, bleeding even, well. He moved over to her very quickly and stopped her with a gentle call of, "Hello?"

"My name is Klaas, ma'am. Can I be of assistance today?"

Bandages? He pulled his pack out and looked around before shaking his head. The Oban bit down on his bottom lip and then shook his head. "Unfortunately no. I... can offer you a piggy back ride to the nearest tavern? Maybe fetch you a healer?"

He took the hand she held out, shaking it delicately. From there he turned around and dropped into a squat position. He was a strong Oban so she shouldn't be too worried about anything. "I promise I'm not going to hurt you more or anything! I..." He puffed. "I don't like seeing people struggle alone. You, Aari, seem to be just that."

"It's okay. No embarrassment! I'm a strong Oban. You look like you weigh next to nothing, so this should be easy. Uh. I ...didn't.. mean that as an insult." He flushed and fumbled a little as he waited. He readied his arms for her, looking behind himself.

"Once we're somewhere you can rest off your foot. I can uh... Look at it? I could.. I have a blanket here I wouldn't mind tearing strips off of. It's pretty old and tattered. I could at least wrap it. ..Then go fetch a proper healer?" Klaas pulled his dreads off his back so she wouldn't have to worry about them. That and he didn't want them pulled. If there was one thing that gave him headaches it was his hair being snatched or snagged or tugged in any way.

The Prentice gave a little noise as she climbed on. She weighed, not heavily, but more than he was used to. Of course Klaas wasn't going to say anything about that. He was a polite man who knew people were sensitive about things. (He was sensitive about things that were obvious too, after all.)

He slowly picked himself up, feeling his thigh muscles burn with the added weight. Once straightened up, however, Klaas was fine. It was like carrying home a lot of fresh veggies. He had this.

"I mean I can at least take you to the inn I plan on sleeping at.. From there I can take a break and then I can probably get you back." Maybe someone would be there that knew her and could help him. He was just grateful she actually accepted his help, honestly. Some women were very fierce and determined to not accept help from anyone, much less a young male. More power to them, but it was nice to meet someone who realized a little help was nothing to be ashamed about.

"Ready?"

After that, he started to walk slowly, trying not to jar her.

"Sooo, tell me about yourself."

The head on his shoulder made him blush a little, but Klaas kept walking.

"Uhm. Looking like you were just in a bar fight is a big turn on. No I'm kidding! Joking, just joking. I help people out. It's just..." He shrugged a little. "You didn't look like you'd make it far and I've got strong legs and a strong back... So I figured what could it hurt. Unless you're going to murder me. If you do, make it painless, yeah?" He was trying to joke his way out of any discomfort either might be feeling and keep her relaxed.

"Everyone loses fights. I don't know what yours was over, but yeah. I mean. I hope you get them next time!"

He hoped he hadn't scared her off with his teasing. That was the last thing Klaas wanted to do. But he was so awkward sometimes it could happen, he supposed. He shifted her minutely and then hummed.

"Well good, because murder is bad." He nodded sagely as if he just dropped a knowledge bomb on her. Around the edges of his mask and on his ear she might see the beginnings of a particularly nasty looking scar on his face. He hid behind the mask because of them. If asked, he wouldn't mind talking about it, but it wasn't something he normally just mentioned out of the blue.

"Oh? Just a spar? Well, that's... a rough spar then, isn't it?" He snorted and shook his head, looking back at her. "What's the other person look like then?"

"Well, everyone starts somewhere. I've never gotten into a fight, myself, so." He couldn't help but grin to himself as he continued to walk. If he was getting out of breath, honestly Klaas didn't show it. His arm muscles bunched and relaxed with every step, keeping her up as far as he could in a way that'd be comfortable for them both.

So she went toe to toe against a boy? Very impressive. She didn't look like much of a fighter, but he'd seen even meek women punch a man square in the nose.

"No, no. Sparing is a way to learn. It's meant for you to make mistakes. Win and lose. A training tool so you improve. Why would I find you silly? You want to be taken seriously and so you end up looking like a scrappy young woman! Which, you know, is very nice sometimes."