I'm Not a Cynic

The large woman’s brows drew together in confusion when her younger sibling promptly turned tail and started sprinting towards the forest. Why was he running? Was Scully nearby watching him, intimidating him into tomfoolery? It was a possibility that she couldn’t ignore. She took more powerful steps, all but launching herself out of the water and onto dry land. Her long legs took her across the shore, quick to catch up to her much smaller sibling until she right in front of him. He looked so startled, but he didn’t need to be startled anymore. Sister was here and she’d always protect him. “Wait, you don’t need to run anymore. I’m here to help,” she said, trying her best to be reassuring.