Jack's screaming was turning to whimpering, as he listened to Autumn and eyed her curiously. She really did have a good way with children, and Ernest was glad that she had responded to his call for help. He didn't know how to explain to his son that his mommy was probably never coming back. It was a horrible thing to admit to.
Ernest tried not to look too worried as Autumn uncovered his wounds. "Ah, see now? It'll toughen you up, hmm? You're like a grown man now, you might even have some scars-" he told him, as if that was the coolest thing in the world.
"Like a soldier?" he asked, sniffing his tears away. Ernest nodded at him. "A brave little soldier," he confirmed, pressing a kiss to his ruffled hair.