He peered up at the sight of light poking out from between the trees, and the sound of splashing water. He'd inched out of sight for a moment before seeing the basket and blanket, welcoming the warmth of it being wrapped around him.
"who are you?" Christian asked softly. "where am i?" He'd been in the ministry, in their so called 'safe house' for people like him, and then he was in the woods here. Pulling the blanket tighter around himself, he leaned against Helga, too tired to be particularly distrustful.