"Well, I gather that we've gotten our answer," Theodore said still in a bit of a deadpan manner, watching as Frood disappeared into the crowd. He was somewhat shaken by this, but had buried that feeling to look at the mothe and child once more.
"Are you alright?" he asked, turning and looking back at her once more, and then looking at the little boy. Actual concern revealed itself for that brief moment--it was like a tune in his repertoire that wasn't played too often since it was far too personal and heartfelt.