He hears the cry of a small child as he's walking along the hall and quickly makes his way over to a small figure in grey and black and red sprawled on the floor.

"What's the matter, little one?" he asks, crouching down and trying to help the child sit up.

Wait. Red. Grey. Black. Familiar tunic. But the face isn't familiar. He keeps his features soft and kind for the little one, not wanting to scare him.