Blaire looks down as she feels a small hand grab her shirt. She sees the small girl and she crouches down next to her, worry heavy in her mind and heart. "No, dear child, I have not." She holds out her hand to the girl. "But I can help you find him if you would like." A memory comes back to Blaire, a brief tidbit, of an older woman doing this to her. She had taken the older woman's hand and she had lead her somewhere. Blaire did not remember where, but she did remember that she was safe afterwards.