I Need More Boxes...

Poor Anthia was struggling to cart around boxes. She needed to get the filled ones to the appropriate location for the soup kitchen and the empty ones to the park. She had guards that were taking care of the boxes of food, but she chose to handle the empty boxes herself. Big mistake. The tiny elf had tripped and spiraled down the stairs with a bunch of boxes. Now she was at the bottom of the step sobbing. She was in pain but lacked any injuries. The cardboard softened the fall. The problem is now much of the cardboard was ripped and not fit for the food donation drive in the park. She entirely blamed herself for the mess up and found it hard to stop crying. Now what was she going to do?!

A guy Anthia didn't know approached her with concern on his face. She gazed over at him; her eyes were still filled with tears. He uttered a simple question, but she noticed his accent right away. He can't have been on the island for too long if he sounded British, or at least he wasn't originally from here anyway. Her gaze turned back to the mess of cardboard. Her shoulders slumped.

"No...well physically I'm okay, but I just broke all of my boxes! Now how am I supposed to run a food drive?"

A groan escaped the elf's lips. Why did she have to be so tiny and clumsy?

The elf blinked as she was handed a tissue. Huh? Oh, right. She wiped her eyes with it. Her main reason for being unconcerned about any possible injuries was that she had the ability to heal. Seeing as that they were inside a stairwell though, it was likely a healing spell would have to draw from her own energy. Her hand grabbed his. She stood up without an issue, but it was nice that he helped her keep her balance. However, there was still the problem of the boxes. What could she do about this? That was when he provided even more help.

Coincidentally, the older teenager had just moved into an apartment. So he had a bunch of empty boxes that used to carry his stuff inside. Yes, she could use that! Her eyes widen.

"Really?! Oh, thank you so much!"

She let out a happy squeal. Now her dilemma was over! ...well, almost. There was just one other thing...

"Um....could you help me carry it too?"

She asked sheepishly.

"Okay!"

Anthia also went to gather the pieces of cardboard. After all, it would be rude to leave this here. She carried what she could and followed Aedan to where they needed to go.

"So what's your name?"