Isol stops in their tracks and simply stares at the skykid, concerned. (This skykid seems vaguely familiar. I don't believe I've spoken to them before but I know I must have at least seen them. Are they okay? Something about them seems. . . Off.)
They continue to stare. They stare for a while, weighing the options in their head. On one hand this is certainly none of their business. They have no right to pry into this, if there is even actually anything strange at play here. But on the other. . . What if they need help? What if they turn away and no one cares enough to help the child?
They take a deep breath as they make their decision. If they don't at the very least try to check on them, it will haunt their mind for the rest of their days. They run to catch up to the child.
"excuse me? Are you alright?"
The skykid had just been walking around, picking up small things from the ground, looking over them and then walking some more.
He seemed to be completely out of his body. He dropped the item he was holding, watching as it fell and hit the sand. It wasn't even that interesting.
However, at the sound of another skykid coming near, The boy looked over to them, not replying, staying quiet. He was listening, willing to listen to whatever this skykid had else to say.
But he didn't answer, just stared at the other skykid, it was almost uncanny.
