Sun Mote Copse Stamp on the ground.

A voice called out, and she looked to the source. Another woman, older than her yet certainly not weak. She felt a sense of relief.

"I hope I haven't intruded." She called out in return. Manners first, of course. "I'm searching for my son - he did not return with his brother as planned."

She hoped that the other may feel some sympathy for her situation - enough to stop and listen to her at least.

She couldn't ask for much more than that.