It takes her a moment, blinking the sleep from her eyes, willing her heart to cease hammering so violently in her chest. She stares at Henry long at hard, palm resting against the ground.

It comes, albeit slower than she cares to admit. The calm, the control. But it comes, and she leans back against the wall, shaking her head.

"I was wandering." Still bleary-eyed and exhausted. "Must have drifted off."

Lie, she'd walked and walked until exhaustion hit and she settled in this space to claim some sleep.