She didn't seem to like his question, or at least it made her sad. More fidgeting too, standing and playing with her hair and sitting down all over again. Lee acted nervous or something, which Constans found peculiar but not particularly concerning.
He wandered over to where Lee sat down and eyed the little parcel laying on the bedspread next to her, but didn't ask or give any more than a quick glance, assuming it had nothing to do with him since he hadn't already been given it. Sitting down next to the older girl, he lazily kicked his bare feet (apparently he hadn't bothered with the stockings or shoes she'd brought him) where they dangled over the edge of the bed.
"You shouldn't feel bad that you couldn't get away. Six is really little," he reassured her. "My little brother only turned seven not too long ago, and even though he's started training I don't think he could do it yet if he had to. He's just a kid." Constans said it knowingly, as though he wasn't himself just a child. Clearly he thought himself plenty grown up already.
A little more subdued, his pale eyes flicked away as he added, "And he didn't get to train with Mom." He looked up again, and he really did have a strange depth in his eyes for that moment, a maturity. "I'm not as good a teacher. He doesn't know all the best hold-slips yet."