Frood stood still for a long moment, not looking at them not answering. He mumbled to himself, then hummed, then mumbled again. Finally, he took a deep and steadying breath and looked at Samara. "No. Not all right. She's back and she's killing and she won't stop until she's put down. No one's listening, no one's..."
He trailed off, unblinking and stared down at the boy. "How old are you?" He asked the question very suddenly, his eyes intense and somewhat worried.