[He's seated not far from the boy, leaning against a fence, watching him through those long bangs. Today, he'd opted to pull his hair back into a single, thick ponytail and let it fall whichever way the wind blows it, so it's easier to see the world around him, in a way.]
Still a sore spot, milord. [It's not a question.] Do you want a little help?
ii - because I must
Still a sore spot, milord. [It's not a question.] Do you want a little help?