Jade Fern Grove they all ran after the farmer's wife

Kieran saw the boy flinch, and he backed up a bit. Thinking that his voice had been to loud. Sorry for bein' so loud Swift He shifted his weight again and settled to his haunches taking in the boy. His eyes caressed over the empty eye sockets, and a brief feeling of guilt pushed hard at his ribs. If he had gotten there quicker, if he had followed them immediately. If it had been him instead of the youth before him. So many things that if it could have been. He felt so bad, his ears drooped.

Kieran frowned at his offhanded words and shook his head. He smiled softly. Ah oi'm gran' so Swift. Oi'm glad you're gran'. You're doin' better than oi wud be if it were me. If it were me Oi imagined I'd be cheesed aff, an' sad, an' confused, an' worried an' shuk. So gran, for yer me fella.
Kieran was trying to help the boy talk about it. Cause he imagined he wasn't just fine. He hoped it would work, cause wasn't the way to healing was to speak about it?