Hugh pushed open the door of his home, his gaze drifting to the pot on the fire, his wife no where to be found, which caused his lips to curve into a small frown and a slight wave of worry to rush over his body.

His hands letting go of the sack he was carrying as he stalked further into his home, his lips parting into an exhale of semi-relief as he spotted his child sat on their bed, his bootsteps echoing as he drew closer.

Hugh crouched down infront of them, his hand moving to give a gentle nudge to their chin whilst his eyes held a softness only reserved for them, his voice gentle and questioning.

"Where is your mother, little one?"