"Fantastic, I thought he was looking better this morning. He is a strong little soldier." Quentin said with an indulgent chuckle. He did tend to dote on the boy, though there were perhaps some fairly lofty expectations being placed on the child's shoulders already. Something that Claire would have to work to mitigate, Quentin didn't mean the boy ill but he tended to think big when he should start thinking small.

"As for the plans for the trip, they are going quite well. We should be able to make sail before the end of the season, and arrive in Africa as we hit fall before the winter seas become impassable. If all goes according to plan, we should be returned to London before the summer of next year." They'd be away for a few months but that was how he preferred things, he chaffed at being so close to civilization for so long.