[Rinni]

Razyn looked down at the boy, feeling a pang of sympathy. Poor little thing... he was in so much pain. Without much other thought, he rose, letting his injured arm fall limp at his side as he made his way to the other side of the bed, sitting carefully as to not jostle him. With his good hand, he reached out, gently petting his hair as he began to sing softly and melodically in a language long lost. He knew it wasn't much, but it was all he could think to do. He vaguely remembered his foster mum doing the same with him when he was hurt; it had helped then. Hopefully, it'd help now.