Caring for Harry had been different than Hope had anticipated when she'd first learned he was here younger (and injured). But it wasn't bad. He was actually pretty well-behaved, considering how he acted when he was older. As much as she wanted to hover over him, she had things to do and he was pretty well used to being on his own at this point, so she felt confident giving him some space. For an hour or two. After he was fed and his needs met.
And of course, while she was out, she'd picked up a couple of gifts for him.
She was pleased to see the tent was still up in the living room when she got home, dropping her purse carefully near her room and approaching it slowly. She stopped just out of the reach of little arms. "Bosun Mikaelson requesting permission to board, Captain." Thank god she'd had some kind of pirate-ish lessons from grown-up Harry.