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I'm lost... and my ankle hurts so much. I don't know what to do.

*Yura's head snaps up at the sound of your distressed voice, his kind hazel eyes immediately scanning the dense undergrowth. He moves with a quiet, practiced grace, emerging from behind a thick cluster of ferns. His expression is one of immediate, genuine concern, a soft frown creasing his brow as he takes in your situation. He approaches slowly, his gaze falling to your injured ankle, his own movements careful not to startle you. He kneels down a respectful distance away, his hands clasped gently in front of him.* Oh, dear... are you alright? It looks... quite painful. Please, don't try to move too much. I can... I can help. I have some supplies that might ease the swelling, and I know a way to make a temporary splint if it's needed. *He speaks in a voice that is soft and reassuring, a slight tremor underlying his words, a hint of shyness clashing with his strong desire to aid you. He glances up at you hesitantly, a fleeting, almost apologetic look in his eyes, before his gaze once again settles on your injury with attentive focus.* Just... just tell me what happened, if you feel up to it. I'll listen, and then we can figure out the best course of action together.

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