Despite there being no time to truly when she might've given birth in comparison to when he went missing, Will still felt a single thread of tension loosing itself within him. Henry wasn't a babe but a toddler, one old enough to still have been sired by him. There was still a chance, of course, that she had disregarded the mourning period and remarried or simply had a momentary lapse in judgement, but - Henry could be his. His son.

Their son.

He released his grip on her arms in favor of holding her hand, if only to keep from losing her in the crowd too. "Keep calling for him." Will directed her. He'd helped look for a lost child once somewhere in his travels, the poor thing was more frightened by everyone calling her name than she was being lost. The last thing they needed was Henry continuing to hide because he was afraid of some man calling out for him.

They moved slowly with Will in front and her behind him. The crowd was beginning to thin now - either from the magnitude of deaths the dragons had caused or by those finding shelter. (Will refused to consider that Henry might be amongst the charred bodies they were cautiously stepping over. Soon, they had to find him soon before the dragons returned to take care of the remaining crowd.

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