He reluctantly set down his collection of things and headed over to her slowly, getting a closer look at her leg. He could easily fix it, but he didn't have anything with him. Usually he tried to keep at least a little vial of water in his pocket, so that it could turn into an ointment he wished, but he hadn't intended to be out for very long at all. "I'm the apothecary in town, I can take care of that leg if you stop crying for long enough to come with me," he offered. He knew he should be sympathetic and kind, after all, it was a crying girl, and there was something...different about her. "No good is going to come out of a girl in the middle of the woods, crying, alone and vulnerable. Let me get you back to my shop."