Neal threw the sack over his shoulder, wondering what was inside, just out of curiosity. it wasn’t like it was really any of his business - aside from belonging to his mother, of course, not that she knew.
“Well, like you, he was always asking a million questions,” he said, chuckling. Seemed like he was more like his mother than he’d thought. “Sometimes he was an adorable little boy. Most of the time, here, he was angry and bitter - can’t blame him, though.” He didn’t bother making up a more pleasant story, there was no value in that.
Her last question was what gave him pause. He did know of a place, yes. But once he took her there, he was sure she would know who he was, and he wasn’t quite sure he was ready for that.
Bullshit. Ready or not, she needed to tend to her leg, and he knew how he could help with that.
“Yeah. I know just the place.”
Milah eyed the sack for a moment, part of her worried he was just going to run off with it. There wasn't much in there. Aside from a few things she'd been able to make on the island, there was just a few precious things she had been buried with. When he made no move to bolt she relaxed, leaning a little into her makeshift crutch.
"Smart boy," she noted with a grin. "If you ask questions, eventually you'll find someone who will answer them. Or at least willing to help you find them." Her grin grew brighter for a moment as he assured her of her son's adorableness, and it faded as he continued. "I understand the feeling. I hope it faded for him when he left." He had to have left. Of course, Milah wasn't quite ready to ask where her son had gotten to. Or rather, she wasn't ready for the scenario to be IF he'd gotten to someplace else.
She tilted her head in curiosity. "You do?" She took a step to show them both she'd be able to make the trek. It was an unusual feeling, trusting him because he was an adult and not a child. But she figured neither of them had much choice. "How do you know it's safe?"