The shout drew Clair's attention and she turned with a frown, absently flicking her cape back. She was in time to see the kid trip and faceplant into the ground, and she closed her eyes briefly with an exasperated sigh. Kids. Always in a hurry.

The woman made her way back, crouching on the opposite side as the glalie (ugh) and reaching out to help the kid to his feet. "Be more careful, will you? Some of these stones aren't as flat as they used to be."