Nichola paused, looking to Anya and nodded. "That might be best," she said, smiling. "I'll be back shortly." With that, she burst into the thicket and looked for Anwyl.
Anwyl carried his back against his chest, his head down. He did not hear Nichola and ran headlong into her, knocking her off her feet. He jumped back, startled; she smiled up at him. "Nichola, I told you to stay put!"
"I know... but there is someone I want you to meet," she said, jumping up and taking his hand. She led him back towards where she left Anya and called softly. "Anya... I've brought Anwyl!" Anwyl glanced nervously at Nichola. "Who did you meet?"