Daniel's story didn't quite carry the ring of truth to Ashling's ears, but she knew the real story had been a fifty-fifty shot, anyway. She liked that he was talking, anyway. "How old are you, honey? Do you know your blood type?" If he couldn't answer the first one, bad sign. The second one, most people didn't know in the first place. In no time at all they'd be in the infirmary, and it wouldn't matter quite so much. He'd be free to relax.
Fortunately the cart was near, and she helped slowly but steadily lower Daniel onto the back seat. "Aiden, do you want to sit back here with him and have me drive?"