Lucinda nodded and took her cherries, softly folded the flaps of the cloth that she held. The now packaged food was then placed in her nap sack, where she could eat it later. At this point she stopped mumbling as she felt a hand touch her.
The girl was sweet, yet Lucinda was skittish. The touch made her actions slower as she placed the food away, and she merely nodded when asked a question.
Placing her hands into her lap, she dare not look up. Eyes were upon her now, and when this was the case, she did her best to behave. Not one peep came from her, not one movement. She didn't even seem to breathe (which she did, for she did not turn blue). Slowly, she tilted her head, her eyes still to the ground. It was a habit of hers from early on, when she seemed to return to her mumbling, dreamlike state.