"I will be fine. I simply dislike being so very public with things so very private." Baba would rather have a room to do what she wished to the boy and the darkness within. The smile curved, telling of secrets and darker things to come. Of course, it could simply be read as desire, and there was definitely desire there.
"I might make it to your apartment." She leaned against him for a moment before shaking her head. While she did hobble a little, and while she didn't care for the small distance, she did stop long enough to pick up the basket with the sweets inside. "We might have a picnic of some sort."
There was some small part of her that wanted to rend the flesh from his bones, or maybe just the flesh from those children who were staring at the pair and giggling. Her head tilted slightly, and she gave them a smile. Whatever they saw in that smile made them turn quickly and look for another couple to giggle at.
She sighed softly, looking only slightly forlorn. "They never seem to like me."