Kneeling next to the crying child, Lexa offers a comforting smile and holds out a hand. A warm glow envelops the injury, and it rapidly heals. The little boy smiles gratefully at her and is about to say something when his mother yanks him away.
"Don't talk to their kind, Jimmy." She levels a glare at Lexa. "My son is a good boy, stay away from him."
The woman marches away, child in tow. Lexa watches them leave with a small frown resting upon her lips.
Susan freezes at this comment, a blush suddenly overwhelming her features.
"....how.... kind of you."