When she gets close enough, Elaine's heart stutters, and she comes to a stop a small distance away. A child?
Is this true? she cries, slower, hesitant steps bringing her close until she can crouch down before the woman. She doesn't try to touch or reach out, a little afraid of how Marian will react.
"Marian?" she says softly, pulling her self in close, so as not to spook her. "Is this real?"