Notes

What was she expecting? Perhaps an animal, but definitely not a child.
No, not a child. Definitely /not/ a child, despite the appearance. By the looks of it, he was a boy, and the shiny, sharp teeth that glistened in a type of deadly way told Uma that he was NOT a child. The sing-song words that came out of his mouth soon after also confirmed her suspicions. However, the tears and pout that followed his teasing words were hitting Uma hard.
Part of her knew, oh how that part of her /knew/ this was probably a trick. Even as an expert at reading people, she could not help the single tear that slipped out of her right eye and splashed onto the ground, such a small and insignificant stain compared to the rest of the ground. A stain that would disappear soon enough.
That left the girl in an awful state - confliction. The sensible part of her was replaying the god-awful crazy grin on the boy's face from just a few moments earlier, yet the other part of her was downright worried and made her want to curl up on the dark, cold ground of the forest.
In the end, neither of the sides one, as she somehow managed to be neutral (as usual).
Kneeling down on the ground (and in the process, a wild branch managed to scrape against her fragile skin, leaving a very small yet bleeding scar, which she proceeded to ignore), Uma reached out her hand to wipe away a tear from the boy's cheek that had escaped his tear-filled eyes.
"I'm sorry - I really am. But, really, how old are you? I don't think any child would grin like that or be cheery like after getting hurt. And no child would be out here at this hour, right?"
For no particular reason, she had the instinct to pull him into a hug and possibly take him to her apartment and wash him up (thought she doubted he'd appreciate the gesture - much the opposite, actually). His hair had dirt and leaves snagged into it and he could possibly be hungry. Her brown eyes were even kinder than usual, and she slowly realized, that there was a small fear widening into a pit inside of her.
With no clue why, she realized just how /strange/ he looked. It was not the red eyes, not his appearance at all, but that was the only way to put it.
Part of her felt, truly, that without even thinking about it, he could kill her if he wanted to.
These were the thoughts that were buzzing by in her mind - too quick for her to catch them. Or maybe they were just in reach, but perhaps she was fearful of nr maybe she was just hungry and it was making her delusional, who knows?