Sun Mote Copse There beyond the palisade

Thank the lord, the boy responds soon in an acknowledgement that he can hear. Her brows tilt upward into a pained expression as he speaks- oh, if only she were a doctor! He reached out to her, but then fell and vomited- and she reminded herself that this was all part of caring for children, and for the sake of being the caregiver, she had to keep her own dinner down. Oh, oh Prim- I'll go- I'll go get your mother. She'll know what to do. Chanel told him, and tried to tell herself too- because she didn't really think the gold woman was a medic. But if the boy wanted his mom, Chanel would hunt her down- and thus scampered to the entrance of the den from which he'd come, nervously calling out a soft @Niamh ? into the darkness where the blonde figure rested.