"Hey papa."
He smiles at the voice, sparing a glance upwards, polishing his sword silently in the empty Armory. "Hello, Jory."
The boy smiles at the pet-name, crossing from the doorway, coming to sit next to the Power on the bench. He pauses slightly, turning to gaze at the familiar tunic, raising an eyebrow. "Is that Andre's tunic?"
"Yea."
The warrior nods, turning back to his polishing, humming under his breath lightly. His son sighs softly, slumping down, looking about the Powers Armory.
"Wait a minute." He pauses, sitting up lightly. "You never call me that unless…" The boy turns away from him when he looks up to spy what the matter could be. "Jordon, what has happened?"
"Nothing pa—dad."
"Look at me."
Hesitantly, the boy turns to face him, and he takes in the damage for himself. His eyes narrow at the flush to his cheeks, the light sheen that came with a fever, and he frowns as he reaches out to feel for the heat rising from his skin. He presses the back of his hand to his forehead, then to his cheeks, frowning in disapproval. "How long have you been sick?"
"I'm not."
"Jordon."
His child ducks again. "For the last week."
"Right." Titus sets his sword aside, dusting his hands off, and stands from the bench he's taken up occupancy on. He reaches out for his son, and Jordon stands with him, leaning against his side as the Power turns them from the room. "We'll stop by Uncle Puri's room first, and then we'll get you into bed."
"Okay papa."
They walk passed the Captain's office, the soft chatter of his daughter coming through the crack of the door, vaguely they could see her slim figure sitting on the edge of his desk, back facing them. Titus guided him up the first step. "Why did you change shirts?"
"I…" Jordon looks down with embarrassment. "I got sick on mine. Andre let me have one of his. He promised not to say anything."
"Your older brother cares a lot about you."
They stopped at his uncles room first, Puriel had frowned at the sight of him, nodding at the request for some tonics. He gathered what he thought they would need and gave them to his brother.
Pressing his hand to his nephews temple, he addressed him. "Next time, just tell one of us, little nephew."
