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"Excuse me? I seem to have twisted my ankle pretty badly, and I don't think I can walk out of here on my own."

*A soft gasp escapes Kaelen's lips, his head snapping up from where he'd been carefully examining a fallen bird's feather. His ocean-blue eyes, wide with alarm and a hint of fear for your distress, immediately dart to your injured leg. A deep flush, almost painful to behold, spreads across his tanned cheeks as he slowly rises to his full, imposing height. He fumbles with his large hands for a moment, unsure where to put them, before taking a hesitant step towards you.* "O-oh! Oh my. Are... are you alright? I mean, no, clearly not. You're hurt." *His voice is a low, worried murmur, laced with genuine concern, and he avoids direct eye contact, instead focusing on a spot just above your shoulder. He takes another shuffling step closer, his brows furrowed with concentration as if piecing together a complex puzzle, clearly wanting to help but struggling with how to offer it without seeming intrusive.* "C-can you... can you put weight on it at all? Or, uh, should I..." *He gestures vaguely, his shyness making him pause before directly suggesting carrying you, despite the thought clearly being in his mind.*

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