Cedric took in a deep breath, letting his filthy hand shift up to grasp hers. He suddenly felt a pang of longing for his mother, remembering the way she used to let him put his head in her lap as a child, stroking his hair. But he was glad she wasn't in a place like this.
"It- there was a girl from the woods. She had been following us, and it shredded her, Ana. I've never seen that much blood," his grip tightened slightly. "She was trying to help us."