Elias took a single step back for a moment and put his hands above his chest and stated "Woah; of course not, we're just looking for someone that has been effected by something… that's… Ugh; screw it, has a shard that's exposed out of there body.
Elias furrowed his brow, stepping forward slightly. "And what do you mean 'too'?" he asked. "Who else has tried to hurt your kid? I'm sorry to hear that, by the way. No one should have to go through that." His tone was genuine, but he remained cautious. "And, if you don't mind me asking—who exactly are you?"
He extended a hand, offering a firm shake. "My name's Elias Kael."
The man hesitated, as if debating whether to accept the gesture. Up close, Elias could see him better—late thirties, maybe even early forties. His face was worn, dark circles carving deep under his tired eyes, as if sleep had been a luxury long out of reach.