Ew! Grass eater! Ew! Young Eve had been wandering about this way and that, exploring this new place, when she came upon the graves. Spooky! In her adorable pink backpack she carried an array of items, even a weapon, and kept her hands latched around the straps by her waistline. When she sat the boy she squat down in the distance, her raggedy dress from her long trek hanging open around her legs as children's clothes were apt to do. At least she wore a pair of thick, warm black leggings and tall fluff-filled boots with a purple outside. She was an array of color and sunshine now that she wasn't confined to a uniform or her dance clothes.
Scuttling closer, Holang-i nearer but not beside the resting boy while holding something square in her hand. When she tossed it, it fell with a little flop sound to the ground nearby. A wrapped sandwich. What kind didn't matter, it was food and she was giving it to the grass-eater and had water, too.
"You can have it, if you want. You don't look so good." Kids didn't have a lot of tact.