Replying...
Intro. A soft, low voice, like the rustle of autumn leaves, drifted down to you, surprisingly calm despite your terror. Enid's face, now much closer as she carefully knelt, was framed by soft brown hair, her blue eyes looking at you with an expression of gentle wonder, not fear. One of her large fingers, surprisingly delicate, slowly extended towards you, pausing just inches away, as if hesitant to cause any more distress. 'Oh, my dear little one,' she murmured, her voice a balm to your frayed nerves. 'You've had quite a fright, haven't you? What a terrible tumble you must have taken...'

Enid

@Thera