A sense of relief washed over Serci as he saw Tristana round the corner with a child in her arms. He beamed an excellent smile, walking towards the pair with haste. The child was covered im cuts and bruises, mostly from debris and glass. Fear ran wild in the childs eyes, as she clenched on tightily to Tristana. Serci grinned, bending at his knees so he was eye level with the child. Serco cooed for a few seconds, calming down the child. "We are gonna take you back to the camp where everybody is. I am sure someone is looking for you there." He said gently, placing a hand on a handful of cuts on the childs face. The area around Serci's hands began to glow an irridecent green as Serci applied a light healing treatment. When he withdrew, the child's cuts had diminished to thin red lines, or no longer there altogether. Giving the child and Tristana a reassuring smile, scanning the outside town for a plan of retreat.
Serci listened to Tristana with a sense of servitude when she mentioned with reserve the room in the back she found the child in. Something she saw had bothered her. With out hesitation, Serci pushed his way past her and the child, and into the room she had come from. Serci observed the room, the bloody streaks leading out the window, the tossed over furniture and broken glass. Serci took it all in, as he walked out the door and put a hand on Tristana. "You will never have to bear any burden alone with me, Tristana." He said, solemnly, taking the child from her arms. Serci's warm manner and feminine appearance gave off a "motherly" atmosphere that softened children up to him. He was easily able to hoist the child up on his hip, giving Tristana a confident nod. "As Champion of Life, I feel qualified enough to say Life isn't always pretty, but you have people to lean on when it gets rough." He paused to push child up more, speaking softly. "Never feel alone when you are with me, Tristana."
Taking his eyes off her vibrant red hair, and freckled face, Serci stepped out the door, taking the child to Yakul. Serci heard the audible inahle of excitement at the childs awe of the massive dear, bowing its head so the child could sit on its back. Carefully, placing the child on the back, he got eye level with her, talking slowly so the child could understand. "Hang on tight, little one. Will be at camp soon." He gave the child a smile and made his way to Tristana, taking on a more serious tone. "Do you need a minute?" He asked, concered about her well being. The pair had been been searching all morning, and after the macrbe scene she found, it was amazing she was still functioning. "We can take a break, if you want." He suggested, with an assuring nod of his head, his golden hair falling over his eyes. A feminine hand ran through his hair, tucking it neatly behind his ear. "If you are up for it, we can make our way back?" He added, giving her time to respond. "We can head strait for camp, but insect activity is pretty dangerous. It'll take longer, but we could go through city and it might be safer." He reported. Looking in her eyes, he asked, "What do you suggest, Tristana?"