Zavien
Scanning the crowd like a battlefield of wounded soldiers, Zavien smiles politely and moves to those who appear the most panicked. A young woman clinging to her child, uncertain how to contact her traveling husband. An older gentleman in a wheelchair, worried of how he'll get to a new home - and how to pay for it. A crying boy who got separated from his parents when they'd rushed to claim supplies.
Each situation, he does what he can to help, reassuring, offering advice, and pointing people towards others who may be of better assistance.
When the crowd directly around him starts to thin, Zavien does another sweep, eyes catching on a young woman (Wren) who stands frozen. He might have dismissed her if her eyes weren't so distressed, her breathing faster than normal. While others with similar expressions have family or friends comforting them, she appears completely alone, trying to process the news.
Without hesitating, he weaves his way through the throng of people to approach her gently, his voice soft and calm despite the overwhelming noise of the square. "Hey, it's Jesse, right? You work at the hospital?" He thinks he recognizes her from the dedicated staff of healers, having been there plenty of times, although he could be very wrong - which would be very embarrassing. But she looks to be in shock, and his open palms are lifted in a silent gesture of aide. "How can I help? Is there someplace I can walk you?" Maybe the hospital or a quiet spot where she could breathe.
Each situation, he does what he can to help, reassuring, offering advice, and pointing people towards others who may be of better assistance.
When the crowd directly around him starts to thin, Zavien does another sweep, eyes catching on a young woman (Wren) who stands frozen. He might have dismissed her if her eyes weren't so distressed, her breathing faster than normal. While others with similar expressions have family or friends comforting them, she appears completely alone, trying to process the news.
Without hesitating, he weaves his way through the throng of people to approach her gently, his voice soft and calm despite the overwhelming noise of the square. "Hey, it's Jesse, right? You work at the hospital?" He thinks he recognizes her from the dedicated staff of healers, having been there plenty of times, although he could be very wrong - which would be very embarrassing. But she looks to be in shock, and his open palms are lifted in a silent gesture of aide. "How can I help? Is there someplace I can walk you?" Maybe the hospital or a quiet spot where she could breathe.
There's some good in this world,
and it's worth fighting for.
