Hanild: *pokes her head in, smiling briefly when she sees him* Oh good, you're here. *walks to the couch, places several bags on the floor and then bounces Gram gently* I have a favour to ask you.
Wulf: *looks up through uncut black bangs, frowning a little but not hostile* Oh. Uh, hello. Does it involve Gram?
Hanild: *frowning a little herself* Yes, it does. I was wondering if you could watch him for a while for me.
Wulf: *blink* *sits up, looking more genuinely curious* You know I can, and would, and will. *eyes go narrow* Is someone trying to hurt you again?
Hanild: No, it's not that. I just have to go to Minas Tirith and there's things happening there that make it not safe for me to take him with me. *leans her cheek against the baby's head* So...I was hoping you wouldn't mind taking care of him until I get back.
Wulf: *quietly* He'll be safe here. And you?
Hanild: *small smile* I know he will be. You were my first choice... *hands Gram over to Wulf and crouches down next to the bags, rummaging through one of them* What about me?
Wulf: *settling Gram on his lap, fingers caught in one chubby hand, mesmerized* You're going into danger. Do you know what you're doing? What -- or who -- is worth leaving THIS?
Hanild: *looks up at him, sitting cross-legged on the floor, skirts stretched over her knees* My friends are in trouble and I need to help them. That's worth risking my life over, but not his, which is why he's not coming with me.
Wulf: They're not worth YOUR life, either. *his arms are folded protectively around the baby, who now has a handful of his hair*
Hanild: Of course they are. *kneels over and pries Gram's hand out of Wulf's hair* Sweetie don't do that. You're supposed to be behaving for Papa. *sits back down on the floor, again rummaging through a bag, then tilts her head to look at Wulf curiously* You know how to read, right? I just kind of assumed you did.
Wulf: *nodding a little, looking both indignant and a little pained* A little. Enough. More than your average man of our time, at least. Why?
Hanild: He likes being read to. I brought all his favourite books. *gestures to the bag* And his toys. The swan is his favourite of those, he won't fall asleep without it. *thinks* And he likes going for walks, and being sung to, and uh...*bites her bottom lip, trying not to cry*...encourage him to talk and practice his balance.
Wulf: Swan...okay...read to...I can do that... *looking at you, a flicker of concern* You'll be back for him. Right? Don't talk like you won't be. *wry smile* One way or the other. Or have you forgotten where we are...?
Hanild: *hesitates, then nods and swallows the lump in her throat* I know. *quietly* I just don't know when and we've never really been apart. Not very long, anyway. *reaches over and takes one of the baby's hands in hers* You show Papa what a good boy you can be and I'll be back very soon, ok? *leans over and kisses his forehead* I love you, with all my heart. *sits back and sighs* Thank you for doing this.
Wulf: *watching, unreadable but for his eyes -- oddly, this IS affecting him* I'd say I'd defend him with my life, but that's not exactly an option right now. Whatever else I still have will have to do. *quick smile* Believe me, though, that'll be enough. And there's Jade too. He's safe. Don't worry about him. Worry about yourself. You're the one walking into danger. ...iwishyouwouldn't.
Hanild: I have to. *small shrug* I don't have a choice. ...well, ok I do, but it feels like I don't. I couldn't live with myself for not helping when I know they're in trouble. Even if I only end up making things worse, I have to try. They're my friends.
Wulf: *sigh* Then if you have to. I suppose I understand obligations, if nothing else. Gram will be fine. I...appreciate your trust. Why not leave him with your father?
Hanild: *smiles and looks down at her lap* He loves Gram, but he's not terribly good with babies and he's very busy. Besides, he's too far away and I don't have time to go all the way back to Edoras and then go to Minas Tirith. Also, if he knew what I was doing, he'd never let me go.
Wulf: Ah. That makes sense, I suppose. *looking down at the baby, bouncing him until he squeals happily* Uruviel will help, I'm sure. And Hama, if I let him, which I probably won't, but you never know in a pinch. And if all else fails, there's still a few fangirls around here I'm sure...
Hanild: *nods* He'll be well taken care of, I know. And safe. I won't have to worry. *scoldingly* You should be nicer to Hama.
Wulf: Why? He's a joke. And anyway, it passes the time up here. For him too, I bet.
Hanild: *slight glare* He's a perfectly nice man who helped me quite a bit. *stands and slings one of the bags over her shoulder* I should be going. *leans over and kisses the top of Gram's head* Be good. *catches Wulf's gaze* That goes for you, too.
Wulf: *small genuine smile* Promise. Go on now. Come back.
Hanild: *smiles back* I will. Thank you again. *waves at Gram* Bye bye. Love you. *hurries back to Jade before she bursts into tears*