Fay looked at the boy.
His red hair was strange to him; he hadn't seen that color before.
Then again, he wasn't used to seeing many people, and lately, he hadn't even seen humans until he'd been forced to fight the army.
As for the boy's mother, she looked beautiful. Her hair was the same shade of red, and her face was dotted with slight freckles.
The only issue was her expression; it showed clear worry for her son.
"Hey there, we're about the same age…" Fay tried to sound friendly as he extended his hand for a shake. The boy looked a little frightened but didn't seem opposed to the gesture.
"Joan. And my mother is Harriett. Only we were able to come… thanks for helping us."
The boy clearly implied they'd had trouble earlier; trouble Fay had helped clear up with his arrival.
"Thank you, young man. We will do our part to help you in this reconstruction effort."
The boy's mother waved to him; she yawned before having Fay keep talking to her son, seemingly very tired.