[There's a sound rumbling through the forest. It's heavy, a new cacophony of twigs breaking and brushes rustling as something overly large unstealthily makes it's way through the forest.

Is it a monster? No. It's just a very large man exploring his new home, including those places they're not supposed to go. Especially those places. He needs to know what he might need to protect people from.

He emerges from the bushes at just the wrong time, hearing only the trail end of the statement. Which brings immediate worry, a rush of pure hearted concern towards his fellow man.]

If you've fallen, you shouldn't be standing. What if something is broken? Do your feel all right?

[He sees the apples. Sees the tree. He feels the pull to have one, but Reinhardt pointedly ignores it in his laser focused concern for his fellow man.]

You should sit down. I know a bit of tending injuries. [The scars visible on him are a testimony to his intimate relationship with harm.] I can check and make sure you are well.