10-14-2013, 06:16 PM
Hosea's foul mood is almost palpable to someone like Samantha Evans, who has a an almost uncanny insight in the emotional states of those around her. She doesn't let it stop her from approaching him, though, barely lets it affect her except that her smile is a touch more subdued. For all that, it's still very bright, still very warm, still very friendly and full of charm.
She sort of understands that bad mood when she sees the youngsters playing roughly as they try to play their console game. Sam's mouth quirks into a crooked grin. Her only advice is something along the lines of, "When my little brother was acting up..." and ending with the brief recounting of a time literally threw him outside and told him to run until he dropped. It didn't always work, but sometimes the exertion, with the sun in his face and the wind in his hair, helped Henry come back a little calmer.
Of course then it's time to get down to business. The kinswoman, mother of Sam's adopted son, a woman whose fate had been up in the air at the time of her rescue.
Sam listens quietly, but cannot hide a look of faint concern. Cindy, getting better, asking about her baby and then crying for him. It hurts her heart a little, but Sam knows, she knows she won't ever give that baby up again. His care will always be in her hands, for as long as she draws breath he will be her son. He will be raised a Glass Walker. He may or may not Change, himself, some day. She glances at the teens, watching their intent faces a moment, imagining Jake's some day that same way as he maybe struggles with the same thing.
Even if she hadn't allowed herself to be momentarily distracted, Hosea's assertion would startle her. Sam blinks large, black-lined dark blue eyes up at him, brows lifted. The idea honestly hadn't occurred to her, though she would suppose if asked that she is on some level prepared for that. It goes right along with being watchful for the approach of Jake's Spiral father.
"Yeah," she says. "Of course. I just...I really wanted to make sure she was okay. I know that was all uncertain before, but I haven't had time to check in since..." Since everything, really, the attack on the building, the adoption of her son, the moving, all of it.
She offers him that quirking, crooked smile, this time thoughtful and a little distant. "Maybe...no. It's probably not a good idea for her to see him, not yet, anyway."
She sort of understands that bad mood when she sees the youngsters playing roughly as they try to play their console game. Sam's mouth quirks into a crooked grin. Her only advice is something along the lines of, "When my little brother was acting up..." and ending with the brief recounting of a time literally threw him outside and told him to run until he dropped. It didn't always work, but sometimes the exertion, with the sun in his face and the wind in his hair, helped Henry come back a little calmer.
Of course then it's time to get down to business. The kinswoman, mother of Sam's adopted son, a woman whose fate had been up in the air at the time of her rescue.
Sam listens quietly, but cannot hide a look of faint concern. Cindy, getting better, asking about her baby and then crying for him. It hurts her heart a little, but Sam knows, she knows she won't ever give that baby up again. His care will always be in her hands, for as long as she draws breath he will be her son. He will be raised a Glass Walker. He may or may not Change, himself, some day. She glances at the teens, watching their intent faces a moment, imagining Jake's some day that same way as he maybe struggles with the same thing.
Even if she hadn't allowed herself to be momentarily distracted, Hosea's assertion would startle her. Sam blinks large, black-lined dark blue eyes up at him, brows lifted. The idea honestly hadn't occurred to her, though she would suppose if asked that she is on some level prepared for that. It goes right along with being watchful for the approach of Jake's Spiral father.
"Yeah," she says. "Of course. I just...I really wanted to make sure she was okay. I know that was all uncertain before, but I haven't had time to check in since..." Since everything, really, the attack on the building, the adoption of her son, the moving, all of it.
She offers him that quirking, crooked smile, this time thoughtful and a little distant. "Maybe...no. It's probably not a good idea for her to see him, not yet, anyway."