Her leg was throbbing but there were more important things to worry about. First, she had to get this boy back to his parent or guardian. He was still crying in her arms and the sound made her furrow her brow. His home was probably back there, now engulfed in flames and unable to be occupied until it died down. Whatever belongings they had would be turned to ash.

This place was horrible. Worse than Thor.

Second, was the power this stranger possessed. She wanted to say it was like her own world's but knew that probably wasn't the case. People here had all sorts of powers so it's not unusual he would be able to control certain elements.

Her stranger savior broke her out of her thoughts and she glanced up. Could she trust someone that wore a helmet like that? Even if he had helped them and was obviously doing what he could about the fire. "I'm...okay," she wasn't sure if her pride would allow her to be carried around. On the other hand--

"But he's not."

Pained eyes (for the damage done to homes and families as well as her own leg) looked down to traumatized boy. She couldn't carry him with her leg like this so she shot her gaze back to Haruto. There's an unsaid fierceness in her eyes. If he tried anything other than helping them...

"Could you carry him?"