[In reality, she knows that Jenny was likely more of a mother to him over these past twenty years than she was in the few they had together before the war. Hearing him accept her offer so readily warms her from the heart outwards.]
Come here, you.
[Not that he's given much of a chance to move before she stands, takes the one step it requires to stand next to the other bed, and gently grabs either side of his face to press a kiss to his forehead. Something easily done when he was much younger and much shorter. Good thing he's seated.]
People don't need to know that you're not my blood. That's never mattered.
no subject
Come here, you.
[Not that he's given much of a chance to move before she stands, takes the one step it requires to stand next to the other bed, and gently grabs either side of his face to press a kiss to his forehead. Something easily done when he was much younger and much shorter. Good thing he's seated.]
People don't need to know that you're not my blood. That's never mattered.