She hated to be honest with a child, especially when the situation seemed dark and frightening, but she had always preferred the truth when she was his age. A part of her believed he could accept it, no matter his fear. "No," she shook her head. "But I will help you find a way back, I promise."

It was a feeble promise, one she couldn't be sure that she could keep, but she would try. For his sake. "What is your name?"