One moment her child was still under her hand and the next she was flinging herself forward, hand pushing Laurel's back to feel her own heart, eyes wide in horror. She looked just as she did as a child when she woken from a nightmare. Laurel wanted nothing more to let Daffy cling to her bosom till her breathing calmed and she was reading to drift back to sleep, but those days had long since passed. "Shh. Darling." She soothed, running her hand against the top of her daughter's head. "You fell off a swing and Mr. Greengrass brought you here." Her eyes turned to the man who had been trying to leave, pinning him with a glance. There was more to the story. He never actually said he'd brought Daffy here, and her gaze held in it a demand for more questions.