The sound of something crashing was worrying as it was, but when the sound of that came from what seemed like the same direction as your child with limited vision? It struck Weeping with pure worry.

He quickly ran up the stairs, taking a sharp turn as he looked around for you. Before seeing you quietly sitting in the lounge, laying on the carpet peacefully as he let out a heavy sigh of relief.

His half lidded eyes wandered for a moment, before landing on the source of the crash. Which appeared to be a vase that had the misfortune of sitting too close to an open window with strong wind coming through.

Yet, despite the broken mess he was only focused on you, the waves of fear washing away from the knowledge his kid was okay as he knocked on the wall a couple times to let you know he was there. "Hey.. Hey" he spoke softly as he walked over to you "It's almost time for lunch.. You wanna come downstairs and wait while I make it? You can help too if you'd like"