Justine spotted the young boy breaking through the underbrush. Her thoughts clawed for her attention but seeing someone else quickly pulled her back to the here and now. This wasn't the time to fall to deeply into herself.

She slipped the medicine back into her pocket before turning to face the boy with a softer expression. Justine had a weakness for children and she knew it.

"I'm fine. Thank you." Her tone was soft and kind. "What are you doing out here?"

He's just a young boy. She couldn't imagine that he'd be the source of that scream from earlier. Her head canted to the side spilling midnight hair over her thin shoulder as her dark eyes looked him over.