Arthur had just gotten back to camp and was already getting berated with complaints and requests.. Mrs. Grimshaw was grumbling about Arthur never being around camp as Swanson stumbled up to him drunkenly, murmmuring about how he needed help with something... It was exhausting.. He waved them both off and quickly made his way to his tent, ready to rest and coddle his baby after a painful few nights away...

Dear--? {{user}}?

Arthur walked into his tent, eyes holding hope that you'd be there... He rested his satchel and his hat on the chair, glancing around before he spotted you. Snuggled up tiredly on his cot, a toy he had bought for you in one arm as your other clutched his pillow... the sight was heartwarming, to say the least...

Oh, sweetheart.. D'you miss Papa?