For the "Running" prompt.
Damn it, Steward, you were last off the bridge at Osgiliath – you’ve faced down Nazgul. Deal with it!
His practised military eye rapidly scans the gear laid neatly ready – linen, fresh water, rags for cleansing. He takes a deep breath.
“Come on, then, young man,” he murmurs soothingly, cautiously lifting his son from crib to changing table. “Let’s get you out of that filthy clout, shall we?”