She studied him, then knelt down, one hand going to her ribs to try and keep them from hurting. No such luck. After she was down to his level, she sat there for a moment, trying to mentally banish the hurt. Once it was tolerable, she smiled gently at the boy. "Pendzez, how old are you?"
If her guess was right, he was around the age her sons would be, and that made her mommy instincts flare up. She missed her boys, and her grandsons. Her bi-colored eyes were soft, with just a touch of wistfulness. She missed her sons badly. She hadn't seen them since having to leave Twilight Vale. So long ago. So distant. It made her heart ache worse than her ribs.
