The elderly woman twisted her head listening to the steps of Kais as he entered. She turned towards him greeting him with a crescent smile. “You are not one of my children.” She hobbled over to the boy and lightly grazed her fingers over his skin. They were fine and smooth lacking the usual calluses that came with work and grit from the street. Her eyes narrowed. “You are a welcome here, guest of my son , but who are you?”