Qeya River but i am petrified

His journey here had been difficult, surely. The land he had left behind was black and smoldering, not that either of these strangers were aware of it. And as the healer spoke, Kasiya seemed to remember this. His attention didn't exactly drift from them, but he did stare off in to space, as if reliving something from days prior. It caught in his mind so tightly that he did not move, did not blink, and only watched with unfocused eyes at some rocks upon the ground. The boy gave a shudder — it slipped uncontrolled down his spine and seemed to be enough to rouse him from his stupor. Blinking his bright eyes, he appeared to return to the present, and to the company around him.

I -- I'm okay, really, but the tone of his voice remained low and thin. He looks away from both the androgynous stranger and the looming dark woman, as if to search the surrounding soil for something - perhaps his wits - and swallowed a lump forming in his throat. When he looks up again, his head rises but his eyes remain downcast and diverted, submissive. Just been... Travelling too long. Kind of hungry... that was obvious by the curvature of his belly, the thin barreling of his ribcage. He was half-starved and more wiry than he should've been, given his age. Yet he asked for nothing — instead, pulling himself away from them a few more feet, ready to escape.