Ezra was taking the cloak from him and was pulling it on, before pulling up the hood so that they could get going. Yet she was saddened when they arrived to their destination and she saw the small child laying on the bed. The parents seemed to be far too involved with their phones as the child seemed to fade away. While she wasn't a god of death even she could tell that the child was afraid at that point in time. She was pushing the hood down but keeping the cloak on, keeping herself hidden still from the sight of those that weren't meant to see her; but she knew that the child could see her since they were at death's doors.
"There is no need to be afraid any more little one. Soon you will be free of all pain." Ezra was speaking in a soft, yet gentle voice, a motherly voice. Not the first time that she had spoken to the spirits of the dead. A few times it had been helpful for Kyle having her with, especially when it came to children - even it reminded her of the loss of her own so long ago. But her motherly presence seemed to keep the children calm, and they seemed to accept that they were dead with less fear.