[ Around the other side of the big stone hand, Syrlya will, yes, find a child. A guess could put the little boy around eight or nine and from that curly mop of black hair and his choice to wear a similar amount of green clothing as his adult self, it wouldn't be difficult to realize this is still Bruno.

Just not the one that Syrlya was with a moment ago.

There's no reaction to him from the child, however. It would appear he's talking to several of the rats that have gathered by him, perhaps trying to offer some comfort. Apparently, he's always been friends with the rats back home. ]

Why did it have to be that? They wanted to... to hear he pulls through... b-but... I... I've never seen someone d-die before... h-how do I... do I even tell them?

[ He sobs through the words, constantly wiping tears from his eyes and face as he cries to his little rodent audience. ]