She hurries after him, reaching out to take his hand before she remembers that she shouldn't trust him fully yet. Still, being separated frightened her even more than possibly bad people.

...it kind of feels like holding a bunch of wiggling pebbles rather than a hand, and her arm might fall off into small crystals if he tugs in any way.

"We forgot our name when we shattered, but we call ourself Glitter." She smiles up at him. "We like your name. We think we had a friend named Jackson."

Her brother, but still.