[It is both what Henry hoped Mary would do, and a misjudgement on his part — the crowd did not see her discomfort but this close he cannot miss it. He merely intended to make a show of being a sheathed blade, doing his part to emphasise the reassurance Mary offers onlookers.
Once the people around them return to their business, Henry rises back to his feet. Listening in as Mary addresses the boy, he keeps a keen watch on their surroundings.
The boy, clinging to the puppy, gives Mary a look that is equal parts wary and shy, flicking his eyes between her and his small companion.]
'Mfine...
[The boy mumbles, despite having fresh scrapes and bruises.]
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Once the people around them return to their business, Henry rises back to his feet. Listening in as Mary addresses the boy, he keeps a keen watch on their surroundings.
The boy, clinging to the puppy, gives Mary a look that is equal parts wary and shy, flicking his eyes between her and his small companion.]
'Mfine...
[The boy mumbles, despite having fresh scrapes and bruises.]
We ought to see him home. [Henry says to Mary.]