The rattling of his heart in his chest evened out when he heard Hope's voice. Adults couldn't be trusted, but Hope wasn't an adult. He tightened his grip on the knife as he inched closer to the opening of the tent. He wasn't going to let his guard down completely until he actually saw the older girl.
His nose wrinkled in a mixture of annoyance and amusement at her calling him Captain. "I'm not Cap'n yet," he pointed out in an accent that was a mixture of British and Scottish. His way of speaking was actually a tad on the proper side for the most part. Young Harry had taken the lessons his father had forced upon him. "But permission granted." Harry lowered the knife before flipping it in his hand with ease a kid his age shouldn't have. He moved out of the entrance and shoved the knife back under his pile of pillows.
"What took you so long?" He rearranged the blanket he was wearing until he was comfortable. His pale blue eyes fixed Hope with a look as if he was trying to see into her soul. "I am bored."
Harry snaked a hand out from the blanket so he could grab his picture book. He yanked it inside the safety of his blanket so Hope couldn't take it back.