Immediately, Cyrus was kneeling on the sidewalk, ignoring passerby as he focused solely on the injured boy. Had he hit his head against the cobbles? Cyrus hadn't seen it happen or heard a crack, but it was noisy and what else could possibly be the answer?
He placed his hands just alongside the boy's head, muttering the mantra under his breath, feeling his chi flow through his hands, making them glow faintly white. Nothing serious, hopefully -- no blood, that he could see on the boy's dark hair, though the squinting was worrisome. "Just one of me, I'm afraid, though maybe I was taking up enough room for two," he said once he'd finished, keeping his tone jovial. "Feeling better now?"