[When it appeared Larsa was okay and the children were looking over their injured friend, Ico relaxed. He did worry when his friend moved before him, but the situation seemed subdued. He glared at them while Larsa spoke.

The boy that Ico had hit bled from his lip. His fingers trembled as he felt the blood drip down his chin. The rest of the children were apprehensive about continuing. They helped the boy up and they left.

Ico snorted,] Cowards. [Softer:] Thanks for helping, Larsa.