Jude
Jude tries to summon a smile for her, old enough already to know she’s worried for him and to tru and rectify it however he can. “I know,” he murmurs, “I just miss daddy and maman. And it’s weird to not have Edmund here.” But despite how gracefully Phoebe and Harper have handled their separation, Jude knows this is a fraught topic, so he shrugs his shoulders awkwardly and tries to move on soon after. “But there’s a lot of kids here, maybe I can play with them?” He’s not much in the mood to play, but he will do whatever he can to make his mother less worried for him. Even pretending to have fun. He’s a sensitive person, and it’s more apparent now than ever before.
Brightening just a little as she pulls over the chair, Jude climbs onto it with far more grace than a child his age should; Harper has been teaching him gymnastics since he aged, and it has been majorly helpful in cultivating his sense of balance. “What’s in it? Can I help or is it done?” It’s too late to go out and play now, but Jude is restless with anxiety; he’s not looking forward to going to bed not long after eating this.
Brightening just a little as she pulls over the chair, Jude climbs onto it with far more grace than a child his age should; Harper has been teaching him gymnastics since he aged, and it has been majorly helpful in cultivating his sense of balance. “What’s in it? Can I help or is it done?” It’s too late to go out and play now, but Jude is restless with anxiety; he’s not looking forward to going to bed not long after eating this.
