If the cart runs empty, he'll try to find another one. After this winter, feeding a significantly smaller group of people doesn't seem as arduous a task. He does thank the woman who takes charge before leaving her to distribute the snacks in a calm and orderly manner.
He's relieved to hear that the injuries are not more serious. No trampled children, thank the Fates. "The last time I treated a head injury was on a practice dummy," he admits. "If I find any others in shock, I'll bring them here promptly."
Pulling out his PINpoint and opening a notepad app, he gets to work asking and typing people's names. It's not a simple task: many children, especially the younger ones, are too scared or shy to give their names, and Prometheus must gently coax out that information or resort to writing out a description. When there are siblings or a parent or other relative, he makes note of it, as well.
The hardest names to put down are those of the children who are alone. Those he spends a little extra time with, asking them what their favorite animal is, or what they want to be when they grow up. Not relevant information, but he puts it down anyway.
Circling back towards Loki, he comes across a woman sitting by herself, staring straight ahead as if in a stupor. Her dark hair is in twin, disheveled plaits. "Are you Magna?" he queries.
She looks up at him, blinking slowly, and nods. He wonders briefly if she's also concussed, but the sight of him seems to rouse her and she stands up. "M-my son, Endre, have you --"
"Yes, he's all right, he's with your friend. Come with me, I'll take you to them." He guides her to the other woman and her children. Endre breaks away immediately and rushes into his mother's arms. It fills Prometheus with a sense of contentment.
At least until Endre looks up and asks, "Mama, where's Hilde?" and all Magna can do is sob and clutch onto him more tightly.
It takes a bit of time to get everyone's names, longer yet because occasionally Prometheus comes across another small child in shock or someone with an injury who needs treatment, and so he brings them to Loki and then spends a few minutes trying to figure off where in the crowd he left off. But eventually he completes his task. Returning to Loki's side for hopefully the last time, he shows him the list. "I sent it to your PINpoint as well," he adds. "Loki, if this is not the best time, I'll ask again later, but I must know what happened. Last I heard, the Statesmen was heading for Earth."
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He's relieved to hear that the injuries are not more serious. No trampled children, thank the Fates. "The last time I treated a head injury was on a practice dummy," he admits. "If I find any others in shock, I'll bring them here promptly."
Pulling out his PINpoint and opening a notepad app, he gets to work asking and typing people's names. It's not a simple task: many children, especially the younger ones, are too scared or shy to give their names, and Prometheus must gently coax out that information or resort to writing out a description. When there are siblings or a parent or other relative, he makes note of it, as well.
The hardest names to put down are those of the children who are alone. Those he spends a little extra time with, asking them what their favorite animal is, or what they want to be when they grow up. Not relevant information, but he puts it down anyway.
Circling back towards Loki, he comes across a woman sitting by herself, staring straight ahead as if in a stupor. Her dark hair is in twin, disheveled plaits. "Are you Magna?" he queries.
She looks up at him, blinking slowly, and nods. He wonders briefly if she's also concussed, but the sight of him seems to rouse her and she stands up. "M-my son, Endre, have you --"
"Yes, he's all right, he's with your friend. Come with me, I'll take you to them." He guides her to the other woman and her children. Endre breaks away immediately and rushes into his mother's arms. It fills Prometheus with a sense of contentment.
At least until Endre looks up and asks, "Mama, where's Hilde?" and all Magna can do is sob and clutch onto him more tightly.
It takes a bit of time to get everyone's names, longer yet because occasionally Prometheus comes across another small child in shock or someone with an injury who needs treatment, and so he brings them to Loki and then spends a few minutes trying to figure off where in the crowd he left off. But eventually he completes his task. Returning to Loki's side for hopefully the last time, he shows him the list. "I sent it to your PINpoint as well," he adds. "Loki, if this is not the best time, I'll ask again later, but I must know what happened. Last I heard, the Statesmen was heading for Earth."