Uzuyoki looked toward Din and stood slowly. "...Please go to the...fire dragon? I'm not sure what you are...He seems to be exhausted..." she said, walking over to the tiny pieces of the cart that was still left. No trace of the old man were left, until he came stumbling around the corner, groaning softly as he clutched his head, the tiniest cut there. Uzuyoki looked confused. How could someone in the midst of all of this violence only suffer something so minor?