[It's not his habit to watch schools, yet while passing this one as he walks, he couldn't help but be drawn in. New life is evidenced in each and every one of them, and for Hythlodaeus it was a welcome sight.

This world had life enough to bestow unto others. There's a cycle of death and rebirth, an ebb and a flow of giving, and of taking.

And it brings a smile to his face.

That is, until his knee is run into.
He looks down, and sees what appears to be a young boy staring up at him, his youth apparent in his rounded face and large eyes.

...Oh dear. The boy is that small he's probably the worse off for their little collision, and he's looking at him so earnestly! As if he's truly worried he might have harmed him. It's only right that he moves to a knee to speak to him better.]

It's quite all right. As you can see, I'm unharmed.

[And as a faint smile graces his lips:]

You appear to be in no small rush.

[Yet you're not rushing to get back to school. For surely, you'd be on that side of the fence.]

Might I enquire as to why? Providing you have the time to explain, of course.