"That's not good." Head injuries were tricky things, far beyond his ability to handle. This time, he didn't offer a hand, simply supported the boy up to his feet, then asked, "Do you know where the nearest doctor is? I'll carry you." In the woods, he was as good as it got, sometimes, but in a big city with white mages everywhere there was certainly one close by. And whatever people were saying about mages -- he hadn't quite worked out the details yet -- there was nothing better for a young boy with a possible head injury.