"That's because - Ugh. Father, he hurt himself again." Richard climbed back up on to his good foot, his will to live mixed in with his adrenaline propelling him forward, despite the pain. A small voice in the back of his mind wondered how the younger man knew he had tripped over his own feet the day before, but he refused to let himself be distracted again. Richard was just grateful that he woke up fully healed from the sprained ankle - No matter how odd it was that he was able to heal so fast. Richard ran and stumbled over the branches around him, thinking about how he had to hide instead of run, and found a clearing that revealed he was at the bottom of a cliff.