Their hearts sounded like jackrabbits - beating quick, quick, quick. Loud against her senses. But she is kind - why do they ever say she is not? If it is loud to her, she makes no mention of it, not flick of interest to their reaction to her presense.

She simply, lets them be, for the time being.

"It grieved our heart, to see you fall. Imagine if another - " had sunk their teeth into them, that would have been unacceptable. No one, no one, would have them before her. " - we dread to think of it." Whether that was being eaten, or them being by some one else but her. "But how ever will you make it up to us?"