I'm just glad to help, Mr. Edward.

[Wiping her hands off on a scrap of fabric she was using as a handkerchief, Felicia hopped over to join the stranger- a gentleman, from his bearing, who seemed as lost as she was.

Carefully, she rested her hand on his and smiled-- even if it was only for herself. The warmth of it was evident when she spoke again.]

Thank you for helping, [she added.]

I don't have a shovel to bury them properly. A prayer will be nice to leave them with.