This girl definitely reminded him of Rinko -- especially with the look that she was giving him. Wizard reluctantly released his hold on her hand and moved back, switching out the ring on his other hand from yellow to red, then putting his hands to his belt and shifting it so the symbol tilted to the other side. With a quick pass of the ring, he was intent on shifting back to his base form for the time being. Mana conservation was only now something he had started to think about again. There was a lot more work to do, plus Flame Style had offensive powers he could use if they ran into any trouble.

With the quick pass of a red magic circle, Wizard's form had changed considerably from one to another. He reached for the boy even before his transformation was complete, shifting his position to scoop up the small boy and carry him in his arms. It was strange to be working with someone so young. It reminded him a bit of himself, really. That was an uncomfortable pain he didn't want to think about. Hopefully, this child's parents were still alive. No child deserved to go through something like that.

Standing back up, Wizard cradled the boy against his chest, propping him up with one arm, while holding his free hand out to the girl. "Everything will be fine. I'll take care of you."