Aya only spots Destin once she is out of the trees in full sight. She freezes, unsure of who he is. Holding her breath, she considers her options. She could certainly go back into the forest. Or maybe this person wasn't a Brom? Strangers had walked on both sides of the river more often than she could remember. It would be unfair to judge anyone she saw at first sight. And why should she leave? There was nothing wrong with collecting herbs. Nobody could fault her for it, surely. The whole time as thinks she keeps her eyes on this strange boy. It was something about the plant he was looking at.