Frood nodded something slightly wistful in his expression. "Same age, same age," he murmured. He looked back at the boy's mother. "My boy. Was his age." He didn't finish the sentence but it was clear there was a note of loss, old loss, in his tone.
His look at Samara turned serious and then hard. "You watch him. Watch him good. You got a husband? Watch him too." That last part wasn't too clear whether he meant that Samara should watch her husband or he should also watch their son. "She's out there," he half-muttered, looking around himself darkly.