"How do you plan to help him?" Kieran asked, his brow furrowed in thought. "If we simply hand him money, it might bruise his pride. He has the spirit of a competitor."
"We'll start by showing up," Leia explained, her eyes brightening with a plan. "We'll attend the contest and cheer for him. Let's invite Lucien and Ronan to join us; we'll make sure he feels the support of a full crowd. But beyond that, we'll assist his parents quietly. His mother is ill and they need the funds for her care, we can handle the expenses without the boy ever needing to know where the help came from."
"That sounds like a fair compromise," Kieran agreed. "I'll speak with the head manager of the rink and gather more details about his situation. Once we have everything confirmed, we can move forward."
"Then let's not waste any time," Leia pronounced. With a graceful flick of her ankles, she swiftly glided across the ice toward the exit of the arena.
