"Uncle Henry is almost entirely better now, why didn't you stay at home? Did your little uncle bring you here?"
Henry Hudson lightly tousled Grace Thompson's hair, asking gently.
"No, our big uncle brought us."
Hank Thompson waved a small apple from the table next to Henry Hudson, shaking his head hastily.
"Henry Thompson?"
Henry Hudson frowned slightly. Plenty of thoughts flashed across his mind, but he quickly dismissed them, his face regaining a smiling expression as he looked at the children before him.
"Uncle, does it still hurt?"
Olivia Thompson leaned her little head in, her big eyes welling up with worry as she stared at Henry Hudson, her voice lisping toddler-like.
Henry's heart warmed, he grinned, stroking Olivia's small cheek and spoke gently.
"Uncle is fine now, it doesn't hurt anymore. Olivia is so mature."
A warmth flashed across Henry Hudson's lips, causing Olivia to widen her eyes, a glimmer of happiness appearing in them.