Droog drenched a rag in a bucket of water and gently wiped the blood off her face. This surely would have been upsetting if she had been raised by other trolls (or whatever trolls were raised by). He didn't quite understand why trolls found cleaning supplies so offensive. He knew she was trying to be strong, but tears were escaping from her eyes faster than she could wipe them away.

"I want t0 be with him."

He frowned as he wiped away the blood on her forehead. That was a deep gash ...

"Boxcars is with him. He'll be fine, don't worry."

He somewhat understood what had happened. Aradia and Boxcars' kid, Tavros, were hanging out with some trolls and it got ugly. The two of them had showed up on Boxcars' doorstep. Now, Droog was tending to Aradia's injuries while she sat on the kitchen table. He was glad that she had got away with a few cuts and what seemed like a sprained ankle. Tavros had got the worst of it. It was clear he couldn't walk. Maybe it was just a break. Boxcars was taking care of him now, but Aradia wanted to see him. Those two got along really well.

He found a bandage in the bathroom and started to wrap it around her head. They were both startled by the sound of the front door opening. Boxcars stormed in, shouting various curses into the air. Droog heard a crunching sound come from his direction. He sighed and stepped in the hallway.

"There are many things I will tolerate, but the second you start punching my walls I have to put my foot down."

Boxcars pulled his hand from the hole in the wall. "You know those trolls who were "hanging out" with our kids? Guess whose trolls they were! Go on, guess! I'll tell you anyway! Snowman's!"

Droog narrowed his eyes. That made sense. Like guardian like children. "Is your kid alright?"

"He can't walk! Paralysed! I'll kill that woman the very next time I see her!"

There was a yelp. Droog turned around. "Where do you think you're going?"

Aradia tried to keep a straight face as she walked. "I want t0 see him." She looked up at Boxcars. "Can I?"

He seemed to have calmed down a bit. "Sure. He could use some company."

Droog started to protest, but then stopped. Aradia was a good kid. If she wanted to see her injured friend, who was he to stop her?

"I'll be back s00n, I pr0mise." She leaned on Boxcars for support and together they left.

"Atta girl." He slowly closed the door.