The Mother's eyebrows arch, watching him, unwillingly intrigued. A soft light surrounds the spirit in her arms -- not a light of healing, but at least one that soothes, causes the trembling to fade entirely, and the small one breathes out note that sounds like a sigh, falling asleep.

The boy who tried to speak before wriggles against his rock bonds. "L-Look. We didn't do it. It was just in there, and we found it, and it was like that, and we were gonna let it go."