"I don't much like fighting," Agnes muses aloud as she watches young boys scrap in the yard. They're on holiday as she calls it but Blanche knows that she aches to see her children again. Even now however she hides from them, watching them and the others from the yard. She can't quite face them yet.

Blanche joins her at the window, flipping her long braid over one shoulder and sighs. "Boys will be boys." she should know better to use on Agnes, this new Agnes. They join hands and it is Agnes who sighs this time. "And Men will be men, selfish and cruel as ever."

She does not wish for Hector to be that.

Agnes keeps him as far from Hallam as she can when she thinks that no one is looking but Blanche notices. She fears something may rub off.

Blanche tips her chin to the side with one finger, capturing Agnes' protests but doesn't relinquish her grip until the younger woman relaxes.

"Go say hello. They miss you."