Isaac let the weight of his words settle into his sister's mind before he reached out, gently taking hold of her thin arms. His touch was soft, almost hesitant, as though he feared that by being too rough he might shatter the fragile normalcy she still clung to. Then, without warning, he pulled her into a tight embrace.
Ann let out a startled gasp, her hands automatically pushing against his chest in mild protest, ready to scold him for his overly affectionate habits as her older brother. But the moment she tried to pull away, Isaac pressed her head firmly against him, shielding her face against his chest which made her aware of the presence that someone might be keeping a tab at them.
His breath tickled the crown of her head when he whispered, voice low enough to be swallowed by the rolling fog, "I think their eyes are on me now."
