"M-maybe we could start w-walkin' one way," she suggested, her brain working to try and come up with some solution to the problem at hand. She wasn't the type to just sit around and wait for things to fix themselves. "It's gotta ha-ave an end." Obviously. Nothing ever went on forever. So, as she turned and picked a direction to start walking in, she began to come up with conversation topics. Because it didn't occur to her that Cyril wouldn't follow along.
"Theo sa-said he met you," she said, tilting her head to glance back at the Whitestone boy. "He's m'brother. Said he met you ne-next to the pond."