She become confused and conflicted. On one hand, it would have been easier to find the bones of a boy. One the other, they couldn't be sure if it as Connor said...since he didn't seem to be completely sure about it either. At least, he didn't to her. 

Quietly, she watched the boy figure from behind the young hunter. Her hand gently clutched to his shirt out of some old set of instincts, to stick close to the man. mentally, she prayed to the God that she had cause to believe hated her, though she still held the love inside her unbeating heart. With a sense of fear, she watched for a while, taking all of his words into consideration again before forcing herself to keep going even though part of her screamed to her that she should just shut up and get back inside the house. 

"Jacob...where's your bones? We can help you find more people to play with."