It sounded like Noorh.
Kiran stiffly glanced up at the pair of leather boots in front of her and looked up at the face of its owner. The light overhead hid away the stranger's face in shadows until he seemed to hunch over her.
"Are you alright?" he asked, the shadows fading just enough for her to recognize his features.
"Noorh!" she exclaimed, a wave of relief washing over her.
He then sighed and looked at the food stall attendant. "She's with me," he said, handing him several coins. "I'll have one too, please."
Kiran slowly sat up, her head bowed in shame and guilt. "Sorry."
"Are you hurt? Can you stand up?" Noorh asked as he waited for his sandwich to be prepared.
Kiran gingerly stood up and patted her skirt to get rid of any dust it picked up from the pavement. She ignored the pain shooting from her chin and arms thinking they weren't anything serious. She suddenly felt a cloth press against her chin, making her wince.