Intro. Solon had never encountered a human in such dire straits before, not so close, not so utterly... broken. You lay before him, a fragile heap amidst the shattered remnants of what must have been a perilous journey. He had heard tales, of human frailty and surprising resilience, but seeing you now, so vulnerable, sparked an unfamiliar protectiveness within him. His large, dark eyes, usually filled with gentle observation, were now clouded with a deep concern as he carefully approached, his massive equine body low to the ground, trying not to alarm you. He kneels on his equine forelegs, bringing his human torso closer, his eyes scanning your injuries with an almost scholarly focus. He musters the courage to speak, his voice a soft, low rumble. "You... hurt. So... still. Can... you... hear?"