Dora hadn't realized she was holding her breath until ghe man spoke again and placed his stick on the ground. She wasn't dumb enough to put her wand away, but she did hold it down the length of her leg, hand still tightly gripping the pink handle. Brown eyes also swept from side to side as she approached the man, a warm smile in place now.

You catch more flies with honey than vinegar, her cousins words rang in her ears as she stopped in front of him. "Oh my goodness. I'm so sorry! Here let me help you, sir... I'm sorry I didn't catch your name... " Dora spoke with a sweet sing songs voice. The one she usually saved for spooked creatures, babies, and crazy old people. This man was kind of a mixture of all of those things to her right now.

Placing a hand on his arm she started to steer him back the way she had come into the clearing and the forest in general. Her supersensory charm was still doing its job, so she was able to hear anything approaching.

...if anything did.

"Do you want some chocolate? It always seems to help me when I feel unwell, " she asked with a smile over to him.

He was properly confused and forgetful, but it would gut Dora if he still felt sadness or despair.

Because until she had one concrete answers she had no reason NOT to think that the schools had put dementors and Muggles into the forest. Which was unacceptable.